After forgetting her wallet, Anna rushed back apartment—only to stumble upon something that would permanently alter her attitude toward her husband

Apologizing to the cashier, she asked them to hold her basket and quickly made her way home.

As she neared the apartment door, ready to step inside, she froze. She could hear her husband, Boris, talking on the phone.

“Yeah, I’ve figured it all out,” he said. “The apartment’s almost transferred. I just need to send the money.”

Anna’s heart dropped. What apartment? What money? What was he doing?

“There’s some risk, sure,” Boris continued, “but what can she do? She doesn’t suspect a thing. She’s quiet, always gives in.”

Those words pierced her like a knife. After all these years of devotion, was this what he thought of her?

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