—We are getting a divorce. And period,” says the hated husband, hovering over me. “You cheated.” Betrayed. And now you're making me feel guilty? — I whisper, pressing my palms to my chest. “I hate you!” The husband grins cynically. “I’m taking my son.” “You can’t take my Sasha away from me.” “I can!” You are now a beggar! Lonely. Abandoned! - smiles impudently. “The boy will be fine in my new family.” — The flame of revenge flares up in the husband’s eyes. — For what?.. — Guess for yourself. By the way, I hope you're not in my house by morning!