"Will you come today? We haven’t seen each other for three days. I missed you, honey." A message came to my husband’s phone. Of course, I go to him to demand an explanation. But I freeze at the office door, hearing my daughter’s voice:
- Dad, doesn’t it seem like it’s been long enough to get divorced from Mom? You don’t love her, and she… has been seeing someone else for quite a while.
I’m in shock. What is she even talking about?
- I’m planning it. But not now. There’s time.
- Why drag it out? Natasha loves you a lot. You’ll be happy with her.
I can’t believe my ears. I step into the office and look at my daughter and my husband one by one, gripping his phone tightly in my hand.
- Who is Natasha, Edik? Do you have another one?
We’ve been married for twenty-three years! He can’t do this to me! But my husband doesn’t deny it—he only tiredly shakes his head and confirms:
- Yes. I love her. We need to get divorced. You’ll move out of here—we’ll live here. The daughter will stay with us. Right, Olya?
- Of course, Dad. This isn’t even up for discussion.
***The story of Ivan from the novel “Divorce at 47. The Second Family of a Traitor.”