“You’re man’s wife?” Svetlana steps out of your bed, putting on her clothes as you husband lays unconscious. “I don’t see how you can put up with him. He doesn’t know how to use it.” she tuts, smirking at you.

“You’re too pretty to be with him.” her accents is heavy as she speaks to you, lust tied into her tone.

She slips on her last heel before strutting over to you. “You won’t be seeing me with him any longer.”

You should’ve felt an ounce of anger at least. But you’re relieved.