The Senior Wife: Love After Betrayal
10 hrs. 12 min.
Language
Russian
Author
Liya Sultan
Author
Liya Sultan
Narrator
Marina Vysotskaya
Narrator
Marina Vysotskaya
“Here you are, dear,” I say, straining. “Your younger wife brought a gift.” I grab the photograph from the dresser, walk up to my husband, and with all my might smash the frame into his chest. He’s shocked by my stunt—just like I am. “Turns out you’ve been growing a son on the side. Tamerlan. What miracle were you hiding?”
“Aylin, I’ll explain everything right now,” his eyes show confusion and annoyance that he’s been exposed—and irritation. But why don’t I see regret in his gaze?
“Then explain it—tell me,” I say, lifting my chin. “Tell me, dear husband, how we’re going to live now—three of us? We’ll make a schedule for family evenings? And what do you want: in the morning to tumble with her, at night to sleep with me, or the other way around?”
“Calm down, Aylin,” the husband says strictly. “What is this cheap show?”
“What is this cheap bitch,” I say, “who thought she had the right to come into my house and claim you?”
My name is Aylin, and I’m a happy wife and mother of two beauties. So it was before…
Rustam and I lived together for 17 years. But on his birthday, his “token”—the younger wife, or as we call it “the official mistress”—came to me. Exactly she gave him the heir he dreamed of, and I lost my place. My heart is broken, my perfect life is destroyed. I want to leave, but my husband won’t let me go, saying he loves both of us—each in his own way. He wants to live in two houses, like many men in our country do. But I don’t want to accept his token. And I don’t want to be a “baybische”—his senior wife! What should I do if I hate it, but I still love my husband?
“Aylin, I’ll explain everything right now,” his eyes show confusion and annoyance that he’s been exposed—and irritation. But why don’t I see regret in his gaze?
“Then explain it—tell me,” I say, lifting my chin. “Tell me, dear husband, how we’re going to live now—three of us? We’ll make a schedule for family evenings? And what do you want: in the morning to tumble with her, at night to sleep with me, or the other way around?”
“Calm down, Aylin,” the husband says strictly. “What is this cheap show?”
“What is this cheap bitch,” I say, “who thought she had the right to come into my house and claim you?”
My name is Aylin, and I’m a happy wife and mother of two beauties. So it was before…
Rustam and I lived together for 17 years. But on his birthday, his “token”—the younger wife, or as we call it “the official mistress”—came to me. Exactly she gave him the heir he dreamed of, and I lost my place. My heart is broken, my perfect life is destroyed. I want to leave, but my husband won’t let me go, saying he loves both of us—each in his own way. He wants to live in two houses, like many men in our country do. But I don’t want to accept his token. And I don’t want to be a “baybische”—his senior wife! What should I do if I hate it, but I still love my husband?
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