“I sleep with your husband. We’ve been having an affair for more than a year. Now you know, and you have to let him go. You can’t give Ruslan what he dreams of. And I can. With me, he will truly be happy” — such a text message came to my phone.
And it split my perfect marriage with the Dream Man into “before” and “after”…
The letters swim before my eyes. But I read them again and again. And each time the text turns into simple words:
“Mine. Husband. Betrayed me.”
When the sound of a door lock clicks, my whole body trembles.
My husband came home.
“— Darling, what… what happened? Why are you sitting here?” he asks as if nothing at all is wrong.