“What are you doing here at all? You should be at the exhibition!” “And you—at negotiations in the other part of the country!” But it turns out your negotiations are with a young blond bombshell on a resort. “I’ve never seen her before!” “Don’t belittle me. I don’t care what you believe.” “I’ve long planned to tell you: we’re getting divorced, Demid. I have someone else, and I’m so happy that now we can part without grievances,” I say, playing innocent. “Or maybe?” “Maybe what?” “Now we’ll be friends with our families! You lied to me for half a year for the sake of great love!” He thought he’d tricked me well by telling me he’d flown out for negotiations—but in the end, he ended up looking like a fool himself. Because I’m not going to sit at home and smear tears while he enjoys himself with his mistress. I’ll pay him back for everything. We’ll swap places, and he’ll get all my pain back at him—like a boomerang.