I (Don't) Love My Wife

“Ritka, look what Ul’yasha has become… sexy!” I can’t hold back my exclamation when I see my friend’s daughter.

She went away to study for three years, and now she’s returned a few months ago.

— Really? Sexy. And pregnant by dad, — Rita answers calmly.

I’m frozen on the spot when my grown daughter continues:

— It’s already the fourth month, I think. They started sleeping together almost right after Ulya came back.

Rita shoots me a quick look and gets back to a more interesting activity—scrolling something on her phone.

— And you tell me this so calmly? — I squeeze out.

— Well, yes, — she shrugs. — Dad has already told everyone that you don’t love him. So it’s expected.

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Almost thirty years since we met, silver wedding behind us—and the news that killed me. My husband is sleeping with a minor girl, and soon they’ll have a child.

But it hurts me especially because our daughter Yura took her father’s betrayal completely calmly. And even supported him in everything…