I opened my phone.
I looked at the pictures.
Then I searched for the hotel.
There was a restaurant.
A bar.
A spa.
Conference rooms.
Guest rooms.
And suddenly, I realized I didn’t only want to know whether Georgi was cheating.
I wanted to know how long it had been happening.
Who she was.
And most of all, why he was so certain he could lie to me without consequences.
The woman in the red coat.
The next day, I called our daughter, Ani.
I didn’t tell her everything.
I couldn’t.
Not over the phone.
I simply said:
“Can you come for coffee tomorrow? I need to talk to you.”
She immediately knew something was wrong.
“What happened? Mom, are you okay?”
“Come tomorrow.”
The next morning, Ani sat across from me in a small café near Borisova Garden.
She was thirty-two, married, with a two-year-old daughter.
She had Georgi’s eyes.
Sometimes looking at her hurt in a way I couldn’t explain.
I told her everything.
The message.
His changed behavior.
The hotel.
The woman.
I showed her the pictures.
Ani said nothing for a long time.
Then she closed her eyes.
“Mom… are you sure?”
