“You kissed someone else in front of my eyes! You destroyed our marriage! With your own hands!” I shout at my husband, sobbing.
“You didn’t understand everything right,” my husband’s gaze is full of rage, and his voice is dangerously low.
“Go home. We’ll talk about everything later.”
“What?!” I cry back, unable to hold back tears.
“How could you possibly misunderstand what it means when your husband feels up another woman and kisses her? Explain to me what I misunderstood!”
My husband cheated on me the day I found out I was pregnant. He cruelly broke my heart. But now I have to be strong—for our children, whom Boris will never find out about.