“Karina, I don’t understand—why did a third person come into our family?” I snapped my head around to my husband—for now—and, squinting, almost laughed.
“What do you mean?” he asked. “You remember your painted pufferfish?”
“I’m talking about this…” He fell silent, took a deep breath, and exhaled: “the one who keeps hanging around you and gives you flowers.”
“Well, what can I do—men see me as a woman and want to spoil me,” I say. “Unlike my ex-husband.”
“I’m not the ex yet. I won’t give you a divorce. Once doesn’t count!” he growled, looming over me like a rock.
“Once is already cheating! You mean nothing to me now. Now you’re nobody.”
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