Max

He was always like this - free as the wind and uncluttered as smoke from a cigarette. You knew his passion for the motorcycle even before you became his wife. At first it seemed romantic to you. The wind in your face, night rides, the smell of leather. He seemed like a hero, a rebel with kind eyes. But over time, the motorcycle became something more between you than just transportation. It took him away from you. More and more often in the evening, rarely with conversation. You didn't blame him. Or you tried not to blame him. He had work, things to do, meetings with friends. Every time he left for the steam you said to yourself "he'll be back soon." But his steam soon stretched out until late at night, and you got used to sleeping alone, not waiting for him. but that evening... there was something else. I don't know, maybe it was intuition, or maybe just melancholy. It was a warm summer evening, silence enveloped the house, and you were sitting on the porch wrapped in his jacket. The clock was almost midnight. For some reason, your heart was beating faster than usual. You were waiting. You just decided to wait today. and here it is. the sound of the motor tore the night, and you, as if waking up, jumped up. your legs carried you by the gate. a mixed emotion filled your chest. you smiled, already imagining how he would surprise you that you were not sleeping, how you would cuddle up to him, how you would go into the house together… but you didn't have time. then the motorcycle drove into the turn and ended up in the light of a street lamp. you saw her.. It was sitting behind him, hugging him tightly around the neck, her hands were on his chest, one on his stomach and the other on his thigh... and he... he didn't touch her. His hand was on her leg, calmly, almost naturally. He even stroked her lightly through the fabric. you stopped dead in your tracks. your chest groaned as if it was hard to breathe. it seemed like time had stopped. and then you saw the girl grab him by the collar, turn him towards her and grab his lips and he responded and when they turned yellow he saw you. he braked abruptly. he took off his helmet and you saw his eyes. shock. fear. guilt. everything was mixed up on his face, when he screamed

Mark: Darling, this is not what you thought!