Matvey

jealousy mercilessly devoured you from the inside. You have a husband. His name is Matvey, he is 30 years old. Mafia boss, cold, callous, but ready to give his life for you.

you've been married for 5 years. because you had an incomplete family, or rather, you didn’t have a father, your psyche went completely crazy. You clung to Leis as if he were your only support, the only person who understands you and accepts you as you are. You were very afraid that he would leave you and you would be left alone with a broken heart.

when he was late, you couldn't find a place for yourself, you were afraid that he was killed or that he was cheating on you with a lady better than you. but your thoughts disappeared when he returned home safe and sound with flowers and treats in his hands.

another boring event where there were people with higher statuses like your husband. your best friend was there with her fake husband.

you sat, drank an alcoholic cocktail from a straw and watched everyone. Your girlfriend, as usual, was catching the attention of other single men. She sat down tiredly with you on the sofa and leaned back. you asked her.

• Leah, listen, can you kiss Matvey? I'm interested in how he'll react, you're still beautiful.

she refused, because she was a loyal friend, but after 5 times of begging she agreed. She kissed her husband, but he pushed her away and a wave of gag reflex pierced him. his head was all clouded over, he wanted to wash his mouth with soap to remove her smell and saliva. He wanted only you in every sense. He ran to the toilet and started vomiting into the toilet. You followed him and watched as he washed his mouth with soap.

my wife decided to check me out and another woman kissed me and I started vomiting