I fell in love with another woman, and we’re expecting a baby, the husband said….

Yes, I wanted to talk to you as well. I know you’ll be against it, but I’ve decided to start working. I’ve fallen in love with another woman.

She’s pregnant and we’re expecting a child, Christopher answered in the same mundane tone of voice. Anne’s vision blurred. She swayed and could barely stand.

But how long has your affair been going on, was all she could ask. What does it matter? I found out about the pregnancy yesterday, if it’s so important to you. Christopher said.

Thank you for not ruining my birthday, whispered Anne and her tears streamed down her face. Listen, let’s do without hysterics, Christopher said. Christopher, don’t you care about my feelings at all? And what do you care about mine, Anne? I’m 40 years old and all of my acquaintances already have children.

And what do we have? Christopher raised his voice, completely unaffected by his wife’s tears. How dare you blame me for not having children? You know how much I’ve been through, how many doctors I’ve seen. Anne, stop this spectacle.

Why all this tragedy? Thousands of people get divorced and move on. Understand, I will soon have a son and I will finally be happy. Tonight, when I come back, we will discuss the details of the divorce.

Christopher said and left, slamming the door behind him. Anne collapsed on the floor, crying from pain and humiliation. Christopher decided that the first thing he would do was to stop by his mistress, Ellen, and let her know that he had finally confessed everything to his spouse and that they would soon get divorced.

He planned to legalize his relationship with Ellen afterward. Christopher used his key to open the door to the apartment he rented for Ellen, but was surprised to see her packing her things in a huge suitcase. I’m home.

Why isn’t anyone greeting me? And what’s going on here? Are we going somewhere? He asked with a smile. Ellen was surprised to see Christopher. Ah, hi, darling.

I didn’t expect you so early, she said. So you didn’t answer me. Are we going somewhere? Christopher asked, twirling Ellen in his arms.

The young woman pouted theatrically. Christopher looked at her questioningly. Yes, we’re going to your beautiful country house where your wife is currently enjoying life.

Well, dear, she has nowhere else to go for now. I have to buy her an apartment. Understand I can’t just throw Anne out onto the street, Christopher explained, frowning.

But Ellen wasn’t listening to him. I don’t want to understand anything. We’re a family.

There are almost three of us. And we are huddled in this miserable tiny apartment while she lives alone in her pleasure in the big house. Besides, our baby needs fresh air, and we’re forced to live in the city and breathe this polluted air.

Ellen was almost in tears, gently stroking her stomach for greater persuasiveness. You’re probably right. Don’t be upset.

Don’t upset our son. Well, then we’ll move, Christopher said. Anne was shocked by her husband’s betrayal and couldn’t gather her thoughts.

After sitting on the couch for half a day, she thought it was just a cruel, silly joke. Christopher will come and say that it’s a prank. Just a prank, Anne repeated aloud like a spell.

The incoming call on her mobile phone made the woman tremble. She didn’t want to talk to anyone, but wiping away her tears, Anne looked at the phone screen. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest.

Christopher was calling. Flicking her finger up the screen, she answered the call, but the knot in her throat didn’t allow her to say a word. Are you there? OK, you don’t have to say anything.

Listen, I found you an apartment. You need to take a look at it, Christopher said. Anne didn’t bother to listen to her husband’s delusional speech and simply hung up.

She believed that such issues should be discussed face to face, not over the phone. Brewing herself a cup of herbal tea, Anne settled on the cozy terrace of her home. She loved this house very much.

They bought it together with her husband when they were very young, invested their souls in it and gradually built their lives together. And now Christopher, as if nothing had happened, as if all those years together had never happened, says that he found her an apartment. Scoundrel, Anne hissed aloud.

Wiping away her tears, she tried to pull herself together, but the happy moments of their married life that surfaced in her memory wouldn’t let her rest. The woman was in a broken state, seriously considering whether she should continue living with emptiness and loneliness ahead. Unnoticed by Anne, evening arrived.

She was still lost in thought and didn’t even notice when her husband returned home. Christopher found his wife and immediately got down to serious talk. Anne, what was that? You hung up the phone and didn’t answer my calls.

We are adults, after all. Let’s part peacefully and amicably. I’m not holding you back.

What do you mean? What don’t you understand? I’m not holding you back. Go to your mistress if you want. I found you an apartment.

An apartment? Then go there. I’m in my own home and I’m not going to vacate it for your mistress. In the worst case, we will sell it and divide the money…