I went down to the kitchen chair.
I found it difficult to breathe.
The last few months, Robert has often returned home late. He said that he helped an old friend or sometimes went to the city.
And I believed him.
That night I showed him a picture.
He looked at the screen for a long time, and then lowered his head.
“Robert, tell me that’s not true.”
He did not answer.
“Do you know this woman?”
“Yes, Margaret.”
“It’s been eight months?”
He whispered so quietly that I barely heard.
“Yes.”
After that, the only word even the walls of our house seemed to me strangers.
The next day, Susan called me.
Through tears, I begged her to leave our family alone.
But she calmly replied:
“Margaret, I didn’t steal your husband. He came to me. And remember one thing: a man never leaves a house in which he is really happy.
