The neighbor said that my nobleman was seen in the company of some lady, rushing home to expose the traitor.

Do it. surprise For your favorite half? It's just us! These are the things that make a couple stronger. This is how we show our tenderness and our recognition. Unfortunately, over time, routine begins to prevail. People fully recognize each other from all sides, and there is no more room for mysteries. No way.



Our reader, although married relatively recently, has already faced some misunderstanding. It’s hard to keep an eye on everything when all your attention is focused on preparing for motherhood. Responsibility, hormones, ever-changing mood. My husband's getting weird. What to do in this case, who to listen to?

Nice surprise story Hello. I want to share with you my story, which happened, or rather, happens in my family to this day. I don't know what to do, my nerves are stretched like strings. In the evening, all that remains is to cry in the pillow before going to bed. No one's listening anyway. But everything in order.

My husband and I are still a young couple. A little over 30. Our relationship was built for quite a long time with varying success. At first I didn't want to have anything to do with him, but then somehow we got along. Vlad is a very quiet and calm person. He is, you know, a second-person performer. I like it when there are lots of people around.



We met when I was graduating from college. Vladik had been working for a couple of years, and I was interested in talking to a guy who also finished the same course as me. But after talking to him for a couple of days, I realized that the guy is suffering because of his former love, which began at school. At that time we couldn’t be together and the next time we went on a date a year later. And then we got it all wrapped up.

We introduced our parents to each other. We found a nice apartment, repaired it and started living together. We had a wedding. Vlad was raised and raised his salary very well. And after a while, the pregnancy test showed me 2 stripes. Since then, six months have passed, and now I have to spend most of my time alone. The husband has a non-standard work schedule, so he is often absent in the evenings.



A few of my friends have the same situation: their young people can leave for business in the middle of the night. But they're used to it. There's no way I can. In order not to sit within four walls, I often go out in the afternoon to walk around the city. The doctor recommended such physical activity to me, and I was used to the loads: it is not for nothing that I spent my childhood in sports clubs and sections.

Now to the point: recently, the grandmother-neighbors who always sit at my entrance, stunned me with news. “Your husband, beautiful, while you are gone, a woman takes you home. It's the second time, by the way. You should have talked to him sometime. We have a courtyard, actually, with high morals and principles. No brothels here! ?



Coming home after a long walk, I really saw the traces of my husband’s apartment: some things were moved, the refrigerator was missing yogurt and a few sausages. Well, there you are, mother, to a life like a movie. Cheating and everything. Somehow I endured until the evening, and then went to a friend to complain about life. I didn’t say anything to my husband, so I thought it was too early.

But it couldn't last that long. It was very difficult for me with my character not to give the appearance in the current situation, and after 2 days I, angry and in a night sleep, stood over my husband lying in bed and in high tones clarified the situation. For 5-10 minutes, Vlad struggled and tried to avoid answering. But seeing that I was not going to give up, I went to the meeting.



Turns out, yes. He brought a woman into the house. But the reason for this was not a betrayal, but the desire to please me, his other half. He planned to spend some money on a designer so that she would design us a good and beautiful nursery. So that the child was comfortable, and we could boast of the guests repair.

As evidence, he showed me pictures of our room, some sketches of the future nursery, the latest messages from the designer. Indeed, it is clear that a professional works, there was simply nothing to complain about. I, of course, rebuked my husband for the excessive secrecy and brightness of the chosen colors, but so, for the sake of appearance. I was happy at the time. A pretty big mountain fell off his shoulders.



But something about this story still bothered me. Some strange, barely perceptible itch in the back of the head. Call it, if you will, female intuition. Walking the day, remembering from time to time everything that happened, it dawned on me. Maria! Right! Designer Maria, blonde with blonde curly hair. I remembered what kind of woman she was.

Many years ago my husband was in love with her. Yeah, that's his high school love. My husband and I had a quieter conversation. I didn't start. Turns out, yes. “The city is not too big, so it is not easy to find another specialist. They were in a relationship 100 years ago, so what? Everyone's long forgotten. In general, there is no need to jump to conclusions. We're married people.



As you can see, it didn’t make me feel any better. The husband will continue to work with the designer Maria, but not for long: it remains only to start doing the repairs. He answers all my questions dryly: it's okay, don't make it up. Friends say he's hiding something. My husband says I have prenatal paranoia. I have no idea who to believe. But I keep crying quietly into my pillow before I go to bed. Nobody sees anyway.