“Yes, I’m cheating. Yes, I found someone else,” my husband says with a smirk right in my face. “You already know everything—why ask these idiotic questions?”
“I raised your daughter like she was my own. I put my whole soul into our family. And you decided to thank me for that with betrayal?”
“Aline,” he grabs my hand and pushes me toward the mirror. “Look at yourself. What have you become? Do you really think I want you?”
“You know about my problem,” I swallow, a lump in my throat. “And you know I’m working on it. I didn’t think my extra pounds would become a reason for cheating.”
“They did, as you can see,” he says coldly. “Beside me, there should be a beautiful, well-groomed woman. I’m not going to wait for all of this to go away.” He nods toward my reflection. “I’m already fifty, but next to her I feel thirty, and next to you…—again, he smirks—only one thing remains: to go gray for real and grow old. I don’t need a wife like that.”