My husband returned happily from his lover’s house before dawn, convinced that I would only cry when I discovered the betrayal. “The house is yours; I’ll soon have something much better,” he told me, referring to his ailing father’s inheritance. I didn’t raise my voice; I pointed to his suitcase and waited. Minutes later, he understood that he had lost more than just his wife that night.
PART 1 “My dad won’t be around much longer. When he dies, the company, the house, and the money will be mine. Then we can stop hiding.” That’s what I heard in an audio recording from my husband while he was taking a bath less than three meters away from me. My name is Elena…