Before I even opened the door to my husband’s office, I heard some sounds—rhythmic pounding. I didn’t realize what it was right away. I flung the door open and froze.
Stas was standing with his back to me and methodically thrust his legs into the housekeeper in red high heels.
Everything blurred before my eyes. I had to grip the doorframe.
The secretary, Veronika, peeked over Stas’s shoulder, squealed, and pushed him away from herself. From the corner of my eye I saw her frantically pull up her narrow skirt… And the husband, with an unbothered expression, was fastening his fly. Only irritation was visible on his face at my sudden arrival. I didn’t notice any remorse in his cold gaze.