Betrayal. You Lost Us!

Vadim stood, pressing her against the wall. A white robe lay on the floor, and his shirt was unbuttoned. He was dressing in a hurry, jerkily—as if he were a teenager caught doing something shameful.

And she turned slowly, with a well-fed cat’s smile. Swollen lips, smeared lipstick, clouded eyes. Young, fresh—without a single wrinkle. A body untouched by time or motherhood.

And the world collapsed like a black hole, swallowing up light, sound, and meaning. His wife stood in the hallway—and she was torn apart from within.

Twelve years of marriage. While she was pulling their son out of that terrible darkness, her husband found comfort in someone else’s young body.

Now she has to choose: to collapse along with this marriage—or to rise and make the traitor regret it.