I got tired of waiting for my man to confess to his wife, so I decided to call her myself.

Who really knows? what the mistress thinksWhen he steals another man from his wife. What is it, just a sport, to understand how attractive and charming you are? Or maybe the race for the promising and well-off, so that to really mature age, you do not deny yourself anything and live on a wide foot at the expense of others? Or maybe it’s just a search for women’s happiness, which is so sung in songs and women’s novels in paperback?



However, it is not so rosy when viewed from the other side. Often men return to their wives without explaining anything. Or they can just go on all four sides of “reflect,” “be with yourself,” and so on. Time is running out. And then it turns out that your family is no longer there. There's no one else to frown on. The wrong age. I didn't even have kids. So what do we do now?

Many today write about the mystery and illogicality of us women. Mostly they are psychologists, various writers, even artists and singers. And they're all men. It’s hard for them to understand why we are like this and not others. What's our motivation? But if I, as a woman, understand another woman is very easy and simple, then to understand, in turn, a man is a lot of pain.

They're all different. Some run after you like dogs, sing praises, swear eternal love and give bouquets of some strange flowers in plastic. Some people like those comfortable ones. And they take them. I’ve always been attracted by a different type of man. To be younger, to know the price and be with the money. Such, self-confident and young. They ripen like good wine, turning into slender, toned handsome men. They don't swell in a chair on homemade harches.



And now, fate smiled at me and I found myself exactly such as it is now customary to say, “Masika”. He is good at sports and drives a red car. Just turned 30, which means he’s 5 years younger than me. I think it’s cool, I look much younger than my age. Good luck with genetics and modern cosmetology. In general, the option is simply “grab and run”.

But there's a catch. The reason we're not meant to be together. That's not my word, though. Vadim, how to put it, is a little married. According to him, this is all in the past, nothing serious. He married young, had the most tender feelings for his bride, saw no one else at point-blank range. And she is much older than him, the lady is very wealthy, and she runs the company herself. And this suggests that everything is fine with the brain there, and even her character is domineering. Such women should not be offended.

However, Vadim did not restrain himself with me, which only added to the sharpness of our secret relationship. At first it was just fun and exciting, but then I realized that I was really beginning to fall in love. There were a lot of calls: I wanted to call him when he was definitely home, meet him again. I even invited him home for dinner. Although the hostess of me is still, I practically do not use the kitchen, and for cleanliness in the apartment I always use cleaning services.



What the mistress thinks I started to think. In fact, I am a mistress. A woman who knows about her partner's wife, that he comes back to her every day and every night. What does the mistress think? Is that what I want for myself? What are the prospects? With the positive aspects, everything is clear - Vadim suits me in all plans, a man of dreams at least. But what about the negatives? What if his wife accidentally finds out? She'll find me, purely on principle. There's no one to protect me.

And after such serious consideration, I decided to take a serious, even desperate step. Once, when we were together, I wanted to order some rolls. But the battery of my smartphone, unfortunately, sat down and I could not call from it. So I took the phone from Vadim and made the order myself. I know more about the types of sushi. And at the same time, she quickly climbed into the list of missed numbers and noticed one there, the most common. I knew Vadim didn't sign his wife. So, logically, I decided it was her number.



Now you just had to call and put all the dots. Vadim, of course, swore to me that he would tell his wife everything, you just have to wait a little. But I'm not stupid, and I know that a married man, especially one with a much older wife, fears her like fire. And she doesn't admit anything in her life. And if that same wife finds out, there will be a scandal and walls will fall. Mostly mine. Then we have to act on our own.

I thought that early in the morning women are still angry, and in the evening we like to relax. So you need to call in the afternoon. If she's at work, she's unlikely to threaten me in front of everyone, and then maybe she'll calm down. Nothing better came to mind, so I waited an hour or two days, all nervous and trembling hand dialed the phone number of his opponent.

A few horns and a confident, female voice in the tube. I even stuttered a little. I said hello, stopped talking and said I had a conversation about Vadim. She asked me what I wanted to discuss with her. And then I got carried away. I wasn't too lazy to tell her how we felt. That love sometimes disappears and in the life of a man can appear another. I even told her stories that I personally respect her very much, but you can't tell her heart. So I decided to call her myself and put all the cards on the table.



She was silent for a while, not interrupting. I was even scared, maybe she hung up on me or she was feeling sick. But then, from the speaker, I heard a clear, loud, blustery female laugh. It was as if my rival was mocking me. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. Why doesn't she take me seriously, I slept with her husband and I'll admit it.

After laughing and coughing, the woman at the other end of the line informed me that she was very happy with my feelings with Vadim. Unfortunately, he never married, but she, like his mother, blesses us. He is waiting for me at home soon. She is very sorry that Vadim has been leading me by the nose until now, as he has done with many, many girls. But that's his character. And have a good day.



After that, I blocked Vadim and his mother's numbers. No one has spit so much into my soul. It turned out that I was the victim of male spells, not my rival. The man of my dreams never loved me for a second. Never in my life would I have thought I would be in this position. There seems to be some kind of karma. And I got the full blow out of her.