“God,” I whisper, watching as my husband—whom we’ve been married to for eight years—embraces another. He lays her on the bed and looms over her. They kiss—while undressing each other.
“Milenа!” comes a voice right nearby, and I drop the phone I was watching the video on.
He picks it up and frowns.
“You… How could you?!” My voice breaks. “How, Timofey? We have a daughter! She’s seven years old! What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong, if you decided to go behind my back?”
“What nonsense, Milena? I didn’t cheat on you,” he says.
“Didn’t?” I bitterly scoff. “And who is that on the video then? Am I not like the one seen there? Don’t you think?”
“You didn’t understand everything,” he shakes his head.
“That’s enough! Don’t keep calling me stupid!” I shout, striking his chest with my fists. My knees buckle. I never imagined my husband would treat me so vilely, trade me for another.
“I’m divorcing you, do you understand? There can’t be any other way. And… know this—I’ll take revenge!”***Read the story of the hero’s twin brother in the new book “Sinner. I Didn’t Know About My Son.”