“Wake up right now, grab your stuff and get out, you piece of trash!”—her husband snaps, and sleep is gone as if by magic.
Igor is furious beyond words. I’d never seen him like this.
“What are you even saying? Are you in a bad mood? Or did you decide to prank me?” I laugh nervously.
“Look.”
A glossy magazine flies at me. He throws it so casually, as if I’m trash under his feet.
I take it with trembling hands, still not understanding anything. I skim the lines and freeze.
“This isn’t true. Igor, you know how journalists love to invent stories.”
I try to explain, but my husband has already decided everything.
Because of someone’s stupid lies, my marriage is ruined, and I have no idea how to fix it.
I love my husband, and now he hates me with his whole heart.