Today is my anniversary. Forty years old. Not yet “a berry,” but no longer a little bud. I’ve been married for more than half my life. Was. I thought nothing was more unbreakable than my marriage. Especially terrible was to find out that my husband had a son with another woman. Exactly today. A wonderful birthday present.
And what does an offended woman do? Right—she turns into “a berry” ahead of time, only a wolf’s. Very poisonous and vengeful. Watch out, dear, I’ll destroy you. Only—if it weren’t for that arrogant upstart, the handsome guy who saved me from foolishness, getting in my way. Although… If I’m going to take revenge, then I’ll take revenge. Any means are good.