“What is this?” her husband swallows his words as he studies his photo in the magazine.
“This is you—happy. On a yacht. With some girl sitting on your lap.”
“So what? A business meeting. I was just signing a contract.” “And the girl sitting on you? Maybe she climbed onto your lap too? Seal it with a stamp.”
“And you, before throwing a tantrum without reason, you should remember. Hasn’t it been you who, long ago, put yourself on my lap? With a stone face I slide the ring off an unnamed finger. My husband is a famous businessman—and also the most real traitor. I spend the night in another man’s arms, but it only gets worse. After all, this man is my husband’s competitor, and on my test there are two lines.”