BETRAYAL. Red Line

I barely manage to turn the key when the door opens as if Stas were standing there and waiting for my return. Something—unexpectedly—scratches at my soul: a faint hope… what if it was just my imagination? And him and Marina—maybe it’s all a silly joke by my own fantasy: a cocktail of imagination with a cherry of nonsense!

“—I was so worried!”

My husband impulsively embraces me, pulling me into his warm arms—already completely inappropriate.

“—Where were you? Your phone was unreachable. I thought I was going to lose my mind!”

Egor, standing behind my back—who’d been silent up to this point—gives a sarcastic smirk.

“—And who is this?” Stas asks.

“—So that’s who you were with all this time?”

“—Yes,” I blurt out, before my own sanity starts screaming that it’s so wrong. I lean back into Egor’s solid chest; he immediately lets his hands roam and presses me firmly to himself.

“—He’s my… lover.”