“Alyna, look at this post,” my best friend writes me.
I open it, look, and quietly go numb.
There’s a blonde girl taking a selfie in bed. At first glance, nothing special—just a blonde. But the bed is one-to-one like ours with my husband, and so is the bedroom interior. And to the right of the girl lies a pillow with embroidery that I made.
If you go by the date of the post, the photo was taken in our bedroom last night, when I was staying at his mom’s at his request. She had gotten sick, and he asked me to take care. And at the same time, he brought into our bedroom… How did he find the audacity?!
I feel like I’ve been shattered into a thousand pieces. With trembling lips, I ask for a divorce.
But my husband declares without any doubt:
— Divorce? Don’t even dream about it!
And he locks me in the house…