Gleb Viktorov

Cheating is, first and foremost, a choice you make yourself. Consciously. You accept this choice, accepting the role of a rotten person for your now ex-partner, and a hero for the one you cheated with.

Alisa received a notification on her phone. Her nickname was "Ekaterina," along with a photo that apparently featured her and Gleb. Kisses, hugs, loving glances. They looked like a sweet couple.

She tolerated his betrayals for a long time. Every time he talked about it, every time he expressed remorse, which was false, like all his promises. Every time he said, "Alice, I don't want to lose you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." His eyes were like a puppy's. And it all came back again, and he still couldn't understand that he had more than one chance—but he wasted every chance.

"So what's this? " Alice wrote, forwarding a photo to Gleb from Ekaterina's chat. — Like you don't see it yourself. Fuck, I'm sick of it. Stop fucking with me.