“Matvey, why is there an unclothed woman in our bed?” The words were hard to get out.
My husband silently drills me with his gaze.
“Well then! Say it!” He’s away on a business trip until tomorrow.”
“And you should be in the hospital!” he snaps.
“You have a threat…”
“Don’t change the subject. Who is this woman doing here?”
“I invited her,” he looks straight into my eyes. “Understood?”
“For what?” I ask the stupidest question.
“So I could feel like a man again—not a nanny!”—he hammers it out.
“I’m tired of all of this, Vita. It can’t go on.”
There’s nothing worse than coming back from the hospital and finding another woman in your marital bed.
My husband cheated on me. I was lying in conservation care, and he said he’d left town—while he was changing me right at home.
This can’t be forgiven. And no repentance will bring everything back.