– Are you cheating on me?
– Here, I think, everything is clear anyway, – the husband, without much embarrassment, pulled the blanket up, covering the woman beside him… my best friend, Anzhela.
I froze, looking at them, unable to accept what was happening. My eyes burned with tears.
I loved him for real. I believed that he once loved me too… So why did this happen?
– I’m leaving, – I managed to say, trying not to break down into tears.
Misha gave a displeased smirk and coldly threw:
– No scenes. Don’t humiliate yourself.
– I’ll file for divorce, – I said, and left the bedroom.
And I heard, following after me, calm and certain:
– There won’t be any divorce, my dear.