Betrayal. The Right to Love

“I repeat: I’m against divorce,” Arthur says coldly, smiling without a trace of guilt or shame. “Otherwise you’ll lose everything.”

I stay silent, because if I say even one word, I’ll break into tears. The beloved husband has turned into an unscrupulous monster, and I somehow missed that moment.

“I don’t love Karina, but she’s carrying my child,” Arthur says tiredly, massaging his temples and closing his eyes. “Yes, I have a mistress—and it just happened that she got pregnant. But she agrees, for a certain amount each month, not to show up in our life.”

He lifts a heavy gaze that makes me feel cold:

“Your pride will cost you dearly, Vita. Didn’t your mother teach you that a woman should be wise?”