I have a good family: a husband, children, prosperity, good relations with her husband's parents. My friends envy me. I am grateful to fate for the fact that everything has worked out so well in my life. We are always together, on holiday we go somewhere with the whole family. Oleg does not like the second time to come to where he was already. He says, it is necessary that there are more impressions.
One day, when I was at home alone, there was a phone call. The woman called. She asked, is it Krotov's apartment? And she asked who I was. Wife, I told her. The woman said that I needed her.
And then came the story that my husband is cheating on me with an employee of his firm, often at her place, and recently bought her an apartment. I said that you can not continue. I do not care about your gossip. Well, answered the woman, but write down the address of this apartment. And quickly called the street, the number of the house and apartment. I hung up, but the dictated address crashed into my memory-and I do not need to write it down.
I was indignant that some woman unceremoniously climbs into our family with dirty gossip. Obviously, some kind of envious person, whose life did not work out. My husband is always with me, I always know where he is. I know how much he earns, and in general I know everything about him. Where does the money for an apartment for a mistress? The apartment is not a jewelry trinket. Nonsense. It would have been better if he had given her a scales.
Thinking this way, I wanted to forget about this call. But I could not forget, I kept going back to that ill-fated conversation all the time. Began to look closely to her husband - everything as it was, so it is. But in my memory the address of the apartment was clearly crashed. I wanted to go there, and make sure that everything is a lie. But how to appear in the apartment, and what to say?
I shared my thoughts with a relative with whom I had the best possible relationship. She turned to a detective agency, and after a while I had photos of this house and the entrance. In the pictures there was also a husband. He entered the entrance, he went out. Women were not there. Not in one picture.
Judging by the dates in the photo, he was there when he had to return from a business trip, the day before he returned. When Oleg was on business trips, he always called me and the children. But on cell phones, I can not determine where he is calling from another city or from a nearby street. Then I saw in the photo and the landlady of the apartment. Yes, it was his co-worker - I saw her at corporate parties.
The world for me collapsed. I can not make a scandal, tk. I am completely financially dependent on Oleg. Itself for the sake of him and the children quit work. Now I understand how stupid it was. I'm afraid to lose him, he loves children, maybe for them he lives with me. I do not know. I'll have to live with this wound in my heart. Otherwise I'll stay with nothing. Oleg still treats me perfectly, and I, as a well-deserved artist, play the role of a loving wife. But if anyone knew how hard these performances are given to me ...
And calls continue. I answer with a smile, why do you care so much when I take it easy? Oleg is a wonderful husband and father, and he can forgive small pranks that you consider treason. It's good that no one can see how I'm crying after these calls.