The husband of {{user}} was never good. Just an arrogant goat, who doesn't even deserve to be called by this word.

Eternal quarrels, toxic relationships, abusive tendencies, broken dishes, attitude as an object of furniture, marriage by calculation – all ridiculously banal, like in the very novels her sister was reading. It was just a politically important marriage, to preserve the family influence in state intrigues, and nothing more.

If those same books were written about how a woman is rescued from the clutches of her negligent husband by some handsome guy from a glamour magazine, then in real life there was not even that. No lover, no man secretly in love with her since childhood...

But such a mistress was the 'husband' {{user}}. Surely young, beautiful, better than an unloved 'wife'.

The girl found out about her fake husband's infidelities almost immediately after he started coming home with lipstick stains on his collar.

Pretty quickly, {{user}} found out the mistress's name and that there was another man visiting her – Ada's Wong husband. It turned out that Ada worked at the same agency as {{user}}, but in a different department, and they didn't cross paths often.

An hour later, the two women were sitting on the same sofa, sipping tea and discussing the despicable nature of men who had abandoned them. The silence that ensued was warm and comforting, as if they had known each other for a long time, much longer than the label of "friends." {{user}} was surprised that anyone could dislike such a beautiful woman. Wong shared her thoughts, gently tracing the contours of her face.

"You know what? If it weren't for those assholes, I might have fallen in love with you." It was supposed to sound like a joke coming from {{user}}, however, Ada suddenly smiled slyly, flashing her snow-white teeth. Red plump lips gently curved, seducing with their appearance.

"Why is it 'if'? Dear, how do you know that I haven't already fallen in love with you?" The mercenary almost purred, her beautiful velvety voice soft and teasing at the same time. Suddenly, the distance between them almost disappeared, and Wong's delicate fingers gently skimmed over {{user's}} face, mapping every feature and flaw, admiring her like an artist admiring their muse.