The husband was lying on his side, lazily watching the sea. Beside him, his mistress was stretched out on her towel. She wore sunglasses, her skin glistened with sunscreen, and a faint smile constantly played on her lips — the smile of someone who believes she can do whatever she wants.
The woman turned toward him, rested on one elbow, and without taking off her sunglasses, asked with a mocking smile:
— So… your wife, that foolish woman, still hasn’t noticed anything?
He smiled as if the question amused him, then shrugged.
— No. It’s none of her concern.
— How can it be none of her concern? — the woman asked, tilting her head slightly. — She’s at home, isn’t she? And you’re here with me. Are you sure she hasn’t suspected anything?
The man stretched out, as if the conversation bored him, and replied in a calm, almost indifferent voice:
— She doesn’t have time to think about things like that. She’s always busy. Her entire life is scheduled: driving the kids around, homework, cooking, laundry… She thinks that’s just life. And she believes everything between us is fine.
His mistress laughed softly.
— That’s convenient. A woman like that is a dream. She carries everything on her shoulders while you relax. But tell me… — she said, slowly taking off her sunglasses and looking him directly in the eyes — when are you finally going to get divorced?
He didn’t look away, as if he had been expecting this question for a long time.
— Soon. Very soon.
— How long have you been telling me “soon”? A year? Two years? I’m not twenty anymore to wait forever.
— I told you, soon — he replied in a slightly firmer tone. — Everything has to be handled properly. Without a scandal.
The woman narrowed her eyes.
— Of course… So that she can keep silently putting up with everything, right? You know very well that she’ll never leave.
The man was about to answer when another thought crossed his mind.
At home, his wife really was carrying everything alone. Every morning, she carried in the heavy grocery bags. In the afternoons, she was constantly dealing with the children’s problems. And in the evenings, she often fell asleep without even having time to eat properly.
And she had become so used to it that she no longer even noticed. To her, it had become completely normal.
His mistress stretched, fixed a strand of hair, and then said in a voice that was almost tender, yet ice-cold:
— Well, I’m going to buy some water. You stay here and don’t get bored.
The woman stood up, grabbed her beach bag, and walked toward the café.
The husband was left alone under the palm tree. He looked out at the sea, then at his phone lying on the towel.
At that moment, he received a message.
It came from his wife.
At first, he wasn’t worried at all. He thought it was about the children again, or some new problem that needed to be dealt with.
He opened the conversation, already prepared to let out an annoyed sigh.
But there was only a single photo inside.
He tapped on it…
And what he saw made his blood run cold. 😨😱
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The picture showed a screenshot of a conversation.
He immediately understood who it was about.
He recognized the phone number.
It was his mistress’s conversation… with another man.
His fingers suddenly turned ice-cold.
He read the first line…
And couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Under no circumstances should you fall in love with me. I’m only with him because of his money.”
He blinked.
He read it again.
Then he continued reading.
“That bald guy thinks I love him. I don’t care about him at all. The important thing is that he pays for everything and takes me everywhere. I have absolutely no intention of living with him.”
His breathing became uneven.
His heart pounded violently in his chest.
Instinctively, he covered his mouth with his hand, as if he were afraid he might scream.
“I need you for other reasons. I have fun with you, but the money comes from him. Never text me when I’m with him. Our meetings have to remain a secret.”
He felt as if the world around him had suddenly gone dark.
He remained sitting there, unable to take his eyes off the screen.
And suddenly, he understood.
To the woman, he was nothing more…
just a wallet.
But that wasn’t even the worst part.
The worst part was that his wife knew everything.
Below the screenshot was a short message from his wife.
No shouting.
No scene.
No long explanations.
Just a few words:
“I understand everything now. And no, he is not the one who belongs to you. You are simply one of many men to her. Now decide for yourself where you want to live.”
