The Secret Life of My Husband

… Suddenly I saw how my husband scooped up a child in his arms—a rosy-cheeked blond little boy about three or four years old. Through the slightly open window of the car, a child’s voice reached me:

— Dad!..

He was calling my husband.

My life seemed perfectly happy—my beloved work, my loving husband. Only one thing spoiled it: for many years I couldn’t get pregnant.

I considered myself infertile—until the moment I found myself in bed with a complete stranger, desperately wanting to take revenge on my husband for cheating, and… I became pregnant.

But how is that even possible? And what other secrets does the person I loved hide?..