— Kitten, you don’t let me call in the evening, but you weren’t here today. Are you okay? I missed you!— My husband’s phone annoyed me with its vibration. I answered the call and froze, listening to the melodic girlish voice of the contact “Trainer.”
You know where I would’ve kissed you right now?…
Then it started to sink in: my husband is cheating on me.
That’s how he must have missed me while I was working!
—I know, I replied, feeling adrenaline surge from anger. — Kiss him—on the butt. From the wife. I hung up and turned my gaze to my husband, who had returned to the bedroom.
“You were called by ‘Trainer,’” I said directly, without beating around the bush. “I asked where he wants her to kiss him. I advised—his butt. Did I say that right?”
— E-eh… My husband was confused. — So you… you know everything?
— That you cheated on me, and now I’m the Number One Doe in the city? I figured it out.
— And… what now?
— Divorce.
— You’re under fifty, Lyuba! Who needs you with three kids?
It hurts to hear that. Terrible. Scary—being almost fifty alone with three kids. Very scary. But I won’t fall at his feet.
— Pack your things and get out of here. To the place where your lover will be kissing you!