I froze when I saw my best friend on our wedding bed in a hotel room, dressed only in a bra. Next to her was my husband—already without his wedding outfit—completely absorbed in showering her with kisses. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn’t even notice my presence. With great difficulty, through tears, I managed to force out: “Vova, stop.” It was unbearable to watch, so I shut my eyes.
“Polina?!” he shouted when he noticed me. “What the hell are you doing here?” He came over, roughly grabbed my arm, and started yelling: “Yes, I’m having fun with your friend because after the accident you’re in bed like a stunned mouse!”
“Why did you marry me?” I asked, barely audible.
“Out of pity! And now I regret it!”
After my husband betrayed me, I didn’t want to see him anymore. His boss, learning what had happened, offered me an idea for revenge and even promised help. Now I have a grand plan to punish the traitor—and all the necessary means so that my revenge will be impressive.