“Stop making a scene!” the husband snarls. “Nothing matters more to me than you and our son!”
“But that doesn’t stop you from cheating!” I fling my hand up—an ornament flies off the Christmas tree. Shatters to pieces.
“Scandals don’t lead to anything good,” he winces.
“With Lera, I have nothing serious, got it?”
My blood turns to ice.
“Are you suggesting I should just look the other way?”
He looks down at me.
“I suggest you think about the son. No one else will help him but me.”
So that’s what he is… My Egor, my dear husband, the savior of my son—and also the traitor who sleeps with another.
I look down at my palms. Will our marriage end up in shards like that Christmas tree ornament?