After forgetting her wallet, Anna rushed back apartment—only to stumble upon something that would permanently alter her attitude toward her husband – Page 2

“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?

Anna stood motionless, devastated, as she listened to Boris scheme about a future—one that didn’t include her.

When the call ended, she snapped out of her daze and instinctively backed away from the door, hiding around the corner.

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