I didn’t want to hear it.
But I nodded.
“Milena isn’t the only woman.”
The room seemed to tilt.
“What?”
“There appears to be at least one other woman he has been in contact with during the past two years. I can’t prove a full relationship yet. But there are messages, meetings, and several hotel reservations.”
I sat completely still.
I thought about myself.
How I had blamed myself.
How I had told myself I needed to lose weight.
Fix my hair.
Become more interesting.
Be more affectionate.
Less demanding.
Younger, if that were somehow possible.
While Georgi had simply decided he deserved a separate life.
A life where I was the convenient wife waiting at home and other women were his secret reward.
And the most painful part wasn’t even the cheating.
It was that he had allowed me to believe the problem was me.
The Trap
I didn’t confront him immediately.
Victoria advised me to speak with a lawyer before taking any action.
Not because I wanted war.
Because I needed to understand our financial situation.
That was when I discovered the joint credit card wasn’t our only problem.
Georgi had taken out a loan eight months earlier.
