Grey Hair in the Beard, You Say?

"Grey hair to your beard, and the devil wants you—right, you say?" I bitterly smirk as my husband fastens his cufflinks on his sleeves.

I’ve just caught him red-handed with some young blonde girl—turns out she’s been with Matvey for two years.

— Yes, exactly, Inna.

He gave a sign to his mistress, and she quickly fixed her dress and left.

And we stayed.

— It wasn’t for nothing they came up with that saying. I need passion, emotions, youth—finally. And you’re forty-six; you’re not capable of that anymore. But I’m not going anywhere from you. We stay together.

Then I really did stay. At first I processed what happened, and then I searched for a way out.

But the scariest and most fateful event was the fact that behind my back… our adult children betrayed me and Matvey.