I’m a good wife. I love and trust my husband. I have never looked for a woman’s hair on my jacket lapels or tampered with my phone. Until yesterday.
So I went to the bank, I had to get a new card. I took a coupon, sat on the couch, waiting. Next to me – two friends. The ladies are about forty, both excited. It turns out that one caught her husband in a lie, or rather in an affair. The other supported the victim morally, although she herself probably thought that she had to. Of course, all the heated dialogue heard me. Do not run out into the street!
So, the husband of the cheated friend the other day came kind of strange. His eyes were shiny like a cat’s, and his shirt was missing one button. Apparently in a fit of passion it had been ripped off or even bitten off by a certain rival.
When the man went to shower, the suspicious wife took his phone out of his pants pocket and found suspicious messages and calls. The man did not deny it – the bastard! – and confessed to everything. Yes, there is another woman. I love her, I pity you.
– I gave him ten years of my life, – lamented the deceived woman beside me. – And he…
At this point on the scoreboard lit up my ticket number, and I disconnected from the two strangers. But a little later the conversation I had heard at the bank resurfaced in my head. The fact that I myself am a little over 40, and in a couple of months my husband and I will celebrate our pink wedding.
I began to actively speculate and speculate, so when I got home in the evening, I was ready for action.
My husband came home late. I took a closer look. His eyes weren’t glistening, just closing. Tired, of course, like a dog. But from what? As in the story of the woman at the bank, my husband went to take a shower, and I, after a second, picked up his phone.
It was embarrassing, my hands were shaking, because such behavior is not typical for me. But if you say “A”, say “B”. So I began to flip through the messages and after a while my cheeks blushed. This is it!
In the phone was a mass of messages from a queen. Shameless
Queen wrote to my husband more often than the bank sent him notices. The text of the messages I did not read, afraid of revelations. Then I opened the call sheet. The queen was cheekily calling, and my husband was calling her.
The light faded in my eyes, and my chest ached. God, how much it hurt! The realization of my husband’s betrayal even made me sick. Should I get drunk?
I carefully, as if it was an unexploded grenade, put the phone on the dresser, and then he appeared at the door of the room. A waist-naked traitor with a wet towel on his thighs. In my face, my husband immediately realized (we have lived together for a long time), something happened, and silently nodded his head, as if to ask, “What do you have here?
I bluntly made an accusation:
– Who is Queen and why does she live in your phone?
My husband looked at me as if I was a closet, which suddenly began to speak. There was a pause. That’s the one.
– Are you finished? – Finally asked her husband.
– I didn’t expect it from you,” I admitted with a bitterness of universal proportions.
Resentment pulsed in my temples, my heart was beating in my chest like fire in a cramped furnace. Ten years… Ten years together… My husband walked over to the dresser, picked up his phone, and pressed the call button. I squeezed my eyes shut. He must be calling her to tell her – the deception is exposed.
But instead, my phone rang unexpectedly. I opened my eyes. My husband held the gadget to my face, and I saw on the display that the caller was… The Queen. But we have a different last name!
My husband looked at me condescendingly, and smiled as well. Patiently waited until he got it. And then I remembered what he sometimes called me, especially in the early years of our marriage. He used to call me queen.
