— Your lover hit our son on a pedestrian crossing! He could become disabled! — I shout at my husband and shove him in the chest, wanting him to roll down the stairs and never dare to look so proudly at me. As if all of this weren’t his fault.
— I didn’t want it, Nina. I truly didn’t! I didn’t think she was sick in the head!
— Didn’t want it? You told her yourself that our marriage holds together only because of our son, so she decided to get rid of him! How I hate you, Muromtsev! Our ten-year-old son was hit in the road, and the driver fled the scene. Everything I could think about was my boy’s health—until the investigator called and told me they found the culprit. Arina Abramovna Obskaya. The woman my husband has been cheating on me with for five years.