I returned from a trip two days early and found my husband in bed with his coworker.
— What’s going on?! — the words burst out of me, and inside everything seems to burn.
In response, my husband only tiredly rolls his eyes:
— Chris, don’t make a scene.
— A scene?! You’re cheating on me!
— Is what you have not enough for you? — his voice turns harsh. — A house, rest, expensive things, money. Any woman would dream of such a life. I chose you — and instead of gratitude, you inflate a scandal over nonsense!
***
For my husband, cheating is “nothing serious,” and he has no intention of granting a divorce. He puts security by me and, in fact, locks me up, taking away my right to make my own decisions. I manage to break free and run, but freedom turns out to be a trap: I end up with a stranger who takes me to a remote place. Who is he? And why do I need him?