“So you decided to gift your wife a hulk with huge biceps and no brain?” my client’s wife chuckles.
“Original. Though no—nothing like it. Apparently, my natural acting talent didn’t let me down— they just took me for a mountain of muscles.”
“Come in,” Yegor invites me. “By the way, Dinarа, meet Arseniy.”
Dinarа… That’s a beautiful name—and it suits her.
“Arseniy,” he confidently walks into the living room and sits on the couch, crossing his legs.
“Sweetheart, why is he here?”
There’s not a whiff of love from either side. And why did they get married?
For parental money?
“Arseniy will be your guard, your driver, and—well, whoever you want him to be,” Yegor explains, clearly pleased with his so-called surprise.
***
I was supposed to catch the girl cheating. Or rather—to seduce her. But everything went wrong, and I had to switch sides to help her get divorced…