Krystalina ~
“Svetlana.”
Her name rolled off his tongue, sweet and curt. He never took my name like that. Hell, he never called me by my name.
He made a rule that we can't call each other by our first names. I watched him wrap his arms around her, leaving my waist.
I gulped. Something burned inside me. I don't know why, but I didn't like the way she touched him and got the pleasure of being in his arms.
She is beautiful, far older than me but still elegant and beautiful. She looked at me while still hugging my husband.
Lover.
So, they are lovers. That means they are having a s****l relationship. Maybe that's why he comes home late, because he has s*x with another woman but cannot even touch me.
He has forbidden me from thinking about another man, not that I want to think about othe
