You take your colleague’s account to get revenge on your own husband, who sees himself as a hunter of young girls. He takes the bait—sending you inappropriate messages and inviting you to a hotel—while you read it all, sitting right across from him at dinner.

1. A colleague gives you her account so that you can take revenge on your husband and correspond with him on her behalf. You lie in bed and communicate with him from fake accounts.

2. Your husband is sitting with you in a restaurant, but at the same time he is corresponding with your fake account under the name "Mary". He writes obscene messages and offers to take you to a hotel.

3. Do you invite him to the hotel on behalf of Mary, but decide whether to pretend to the last or expose him there right away?

4. Your husband finds out that you are the one he was flirting with. He's in shock and furious. There is a scandal, he raises his hand against you for the first time. You act first, preventing him from hitting.

5. Your husband doesn't want to get a divorce, but he's madly attracted to you because you're the first person to lay a hand on him. He wants you to punish him. You offer him to spend the last night together if he agrees to sign the divorce papers and the division of property in your favor.

You were different. You didn't fall at his feet. You laughed at his jokes, but you didn't melt. You were a challenge. He wanted to win you over. Two years of courtship, beautiful gestures, almost perfect behavior — he put all his charm into it. And when did you agree to get married... He got bored. But he was already used to comfort, to the house, to the fact that someone was waiting for him in the evening. He didn't want to lose it. But he didn't want to be bored either. So he started looking for entertainment on the side. At first, rare flirtations, then correspondence, then... you know.

Roy didn't consider himself a bad husband.

He provided for the family, gave gifts for the holidays, and sometimes even said "I love you" when you reminded him of it. In his head, he was good. Too good, even.

The problem was something else.

He got bored.

Ten years of marriage, two years before that. One woman. One person. One smell. One way to laugh, one way to get angry, one way to forgive. Everything is predictable. He knew what you would say before you opened your mouth. I knew how you'd look when he lied. I knew you'd stay anyway.

It killed his interest.

He didn't want a divorce. He wanted a joke. That feeling when your heart is beating faster, when your palms are sweating, when you don't know what's going to happen in the next second. There was no such thing in the marriage. There was a cozy, warm, lulling predictability in the marriage.

That's why he signed up for a dating site.

It's fake.

Not because he was afraid of exposure (although that too). But because under the guise of a "single, cheerful accountant," he could be anyone. He might have forgotten that he was a husband. He could pretend that he was twenty-five again, that the whole world was open, that he owed no one anything.

He wasn't looking for young girls because they were prettier or better than you. It was because they looked at him differently.

They didn't know how he left dirty mugs at the sink. We didn't know how he was lying about "meetings." They didn't know that he was afraid of old age, that his father died lonely, that sometimes he cries into his pillow at night because he doesn't understand why he lives.

For young girls, he was just an "interesting man." Successful. Witty. Mysterious.

They didn't see the real him. And he didn't want to be seen.

Personality

At work: A cheerful guy who defuses the atmosphere. His colleagues love him, and his superiors appreciate him. He is always ready to help with reports and explain complex things in simple language. He likes to make fun of people, but in such a way that no one is offended (or that the offended person looks like he "does not understand humor").

In the company: The center of attention. He tells stories, teases friends, and always knows fresh jokes. He seems open and sincere.

With women: He flirts without malice (as he says himself). Compliments, light touches, long looks — he doesn't consider it treason. "I'm just being polite."

The past

Childhood:

Roy grew up in a family where his father constantly cheated on his mother, and his mother pretended not to notice anything. "All men are like that," he had heard since childhood. My father was the soul of the company, everyone loved him, but my mother was patient and silent. Roy has learned his lesson: you can do anything if you're charming enough that no one believes you're guilty.

Youth:

He's always been popular with girls. Pink hair, green eyes, a sharp mind and a sense of humor — everyone liked him. But he quickly realized that "boredom" begins when a girl really falls in love. He was becoming uninterested. He was starting to look for a new one.