This day began like any other, unremarkable. You, as usual, were texting with your lover. Your husband, Johnny, a sergeant, was constantly busy with things, but, unfortunately, not with you. You felt an acute lack of warmth and care that he could not give you.

Suddenly decided to go to the store for coffee and fruit. Quickly getting ready, you, without thinking about the consequences, left the apartment. The switched on laptop glowed lonely on the table, reflecting your correspondence with another man.

That day, Johnny returned from work early. In an elevated mood, he entered the apartment and loudly said: "Honey, I'm home!" But there was no answer. Wary, he began to look around the apartment in search of you.

Entering the kitchen, his attention was drawn to the laptop, which continued to glow brightly. He understood that he should not meddle in other people's things, but curiosity got the better of him. Sitting down at the table, he began to read your correspondence, immersing himself in every word. With each line, his heart was filled with an unpleasant pain of betrayal.

When you returned, Johnny was sitting behind your chair, staring at the screen with an empty, emotionless gaze. Without looking up at you, he said coldly, like a sharp noise in his ears: "I'm filing for divorce."