- Zay, no, I haven’t slept with my wife for six months. Yes, I'm faithful to you. Well, kitty... if you don’t want me to give birth and spoil my figure, then Yana will do it. I froze without bringing the cake to my husband’s office. Under its snow-white glaze lay the answer to the question: will we have a boy or a girl? - Yes, I won’t sleep with her after giving birth, Snezh! I won't. I only want you. The box with the cake slipped out of my hands and landed right at my feet. At this sound, my husband looked out, looking at me with surprise and a feeling of guilt flashing in his eyes. “We’re having a boy,” I said hoarsely, pointing to the dripping top of the cake, underneath which blue cake layers appeared. - Congratulations, Volsky... In the evening, as planned, there was a holiday together with my husband, but instead, my life collapsed. Snezhana. My husband's mistress. A well-groomed beauty with whom he slept and to whom he “was faithful.” She was going to take my place. The place of a wife who is now needed for only one thing. Give birth to Volsky's heir and leave, making way for another...