—Hello, I am your husband’s mistress. “And I’m pregnant,” said the red-haired girl, standing on the threshold of my house and stroking her still invisible belly. Multi-colored spots flashed in my eyes. Two eco. One frozen pregnancy. One miscarriage. And now my husband’s pregnant mistress is standing in my apartment. How could he? Why do I need this betrayal? I just loved him more than life itself and he betrayed me. Trampled our lives. I don’t know how to live with this, how to be alone, without work, housing and any help. And my baby will need it so much, about whom my husband will never know.