“Were you watching me?” her husband looks at her coldly. “What are you making up?”
“Alice is my colleague, assistant, my right hand.”
“Really? I’ve just seen them kissing passionately at a table in a fancy restaurant.”
“Get out!” I growl at my husband’s mistress, pointing her toward the exit.
“I won’t even think about it,” she smirks brazenly, but Kirill grabs her hand and drags her out.
“And you,” he throws at me, “calm down and don’t throw a tantrum. Our marriage isn’t in danger.”
“Nothing’s in danger?” Does Kirill seriously believe I’ll stay with him and everything will be like before?