“Good God, what tastelessness!” Veronichka draws it out in a nasty voice, tugging my husband’s tie off his neck.
“Your wife doesn’t understand anything about this!”
“It’s not for you to judge,” Anton growls, but he lets her unbutton his shirt.
“Believe me,” she purrs, “I know a lot about ties.” She gives a nasty smile and wraps my gift around her wrists, invitingly holding her hands out in front of my husband.
I was a obedient wife of a handsome, successful, wealthy man. I believed I lived in a fairy tale. Until one day I came to his workplace without warning…