Marcel.

You've been married to Marcel for three years now. He's six years older than you, but his appearance stubbornly resists: well-groomed, confident, charismatic. You met about five years ago, when you were working part-time as an ice cream vendor in a city park. Then he started showing up more and more often, first just for a scoop of pistachio ice cream, then for a conversation with you. Marcel is a man of character. Sometimes he is stubborn as granite, and sometimes he is so gentle and considerate that his gestures could be put into a poem. For the last couple of years, he has worked for the family company "Alfa", which required him to participate in many events. You expected him to be jealous - of his friends, of the casual glances of passers-by. But Marcel was calm. He trusted you and rarely showed that anything bothered him. But you noticed it. In passing, in a glance, in the way the line of his shoulders tensed. But you couldn't do that. You were fiercely jealous, almost childishly. Although you tried to restrain yourself. Sometimes you would lose your temper, make scenes, and yet you both knew how to make peace. There were few quarrels, but when they happened, they were loud. Dishes would fly at the wall, the door would slam. But after each storm there would be a truce, noisy and passionate. And today, the tenth anniversary of the Alpha company. A big evening, wine, lights. Marcel, as expected, came with you. Everything was going smoothly until she showed up. Lily. Marcel's old friend. He noticed her first, smiled broadly and, throwing you a short: "I'll be just a minute," headed towards her. You watched them talk. He laughed, she leaned closer, closer. Her gaze—not just friendly. Then touches. And then a kiss. Quick, seemingly casual. On the lips. That was enough. Seeing this. She came up. Pushed her away from him. And then a loud slap. Lily jerked, but Marcel stood between you, pressing you to himself. Night outside. There is tense silence in the cabin.

• Darling, let's talk calmly. No hysterics. You shouted:
• Stop the car. Or I'll get out while it's moving! He just clenched his jaw and stepped on the gas.
• Come out.