“Your husband is at the restaurant right now—with some girl and a child.”
Right after those words, a photo comes to me.
No… This can’t be. Demyan can’t be capable of cheating!
With trembling hands, I close the app and open my contacts—his number is in my quick dial. I wait for an answer, and with every ring, panic grows stronger inside me.
— Maybe we could have lunch together today? — I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, just to make sure: it’s a mistake.
— Not today, — he answers calmly, too calmly for him. Somewhere in the background, I hear a thin child’s laughter; for a second, his voice gets a little louder. — Sorry, I’m busy, I have meetings. Until evening.
The connection cuts off. And together with it—as if my heart stops.