This last thought caused me to get agitated: "Lord, from where, tell me, in the pocket of her husband took another woman's earring"? Interrogation of Edik I arranged instantly. On my question about the origin of the decoration, he slightly wrinkled his forehead and thought: "I have no idea ... I do not remember at all," he shrugged, but I managed to notice that my husband blushed deeply.
"Edik, I beg you very much: remember where you got a woman's earring in your pocket."
"Wait!" I remember. I found it on the beach. I walked along the beach in the morning, suddenly I saw something glitter in the sand. I then decided that this was for luck, and then I completely forgot about the gizmo ...
"Well, yes, of course," I did not believe.
- Dianochka, it's so elementary! On the beach, after all, many people find something!
I tried to calm down, avoiding my husband's obsessive explanations. The evening was almost the same as usual. The next day I would hurry to finish my business and dive into Eddie's embrace, but this one ... I was looking for and finding all the new urgent matters: I was rummaging through the wardrobe in search of a new sweater, then I noticed the trash in the kitchen cabinet ... In general, got to the family bed already when the husband peacefully snore in a dream. But I could not sleep. In my head, again I scrolled his confused story about the earring found on the shore and decided to agree only with the latter: he really could forget about her. After that she dozed off. Far after midnight, I suddenly woke up from an obscure noise. She threw back her hand and felt that her husband's pillow was empty. I got up on my elbow and saw an unclear outline: Edik stood at the window, nervously smoked and sighed softly.
The first impulse was the desire to jump up , to cuddle up to my beloved husband, to calm him down, but I already knew exactly why he was so uncomfortably trampling at the window, finding no peace. Something bad was hidden behind my find, and I did not even want to think about which one, really.
The next day Edik returned home with a huge bouquet. I knew perfectly well what that meant. Covering his face with his hands, whispered very softly:
- Edka! Tell me that you brought these flowers only because you love me, and not because I should apologize ...
"I love you," he said helplessly. "But I have to tell you everything." I can no longer live with this stone in my heart. And I want to apologize ...
"It all happened!" What happened? - I almost hysterically exclaimed.
"Well, you know how it happens ..." he managed, but could not find the words.
- I?! I do not know! I have never been in such a situation!
"That woman ... It does not mean anything to me." It was a minute of madness, which I immediately regretted. I wanted to tell you, but I did not know how ...
- Are you enough for me? How many times has it been? Ten? Twenty? Your mistresses always leave you something to remember? Maybe you are proud of your love collection?
"Please, believe me!" It was only once! I drank a lot on that day, and did not think about what I was doing. The next morning I could not even look at that woman. Therefore, I did not give her an ear ring.
- So we came to the material evidence! I shouted. "Where did your mistress leave this earring?"
"I found her on the floor in my hotel room," murmured her husband. The decision came at once: I unexpectedly broke off and began to throw my things into a large travel bag.
"Enough of these details!" I cried. "I can not see you!"
I did not even imagine that every night I go to bed with such a bastard! A terrible truth: my husband changed me! The news has turned my whole life around. To leave? Forget? What to do when the pain does not breathe? What decision to take?
How? Diana! What are you doing? Do not go away! I love you! - the husband pleaded with me, but I any more did not want and could not listen to it. Blood rattled in the temples, hands folded things. Get out of here! Do not see! Do not hear that bastard! I grabbed the bag and rushed to the door to quickly get to the only person on earth who was ready to receive me at any moment.
- My daughter! What happened, my dear? - Mom worried me.
"Do not ask me anything today!" Later! I'll tell you all about it later. I'll live with you a little, will not you? "
- Of course, Dianochka! How much do you need ... This is your house too, - my mother put her arms around me and pressed me to her. And as soon as I felt this light heat nearby, as soon as my mother's hands began to stroke my head, I could not stand it and burst into tears. Just like in childhood. Only then, many years ago, my mother always found the right solution to all my problems and grievances, and immediately my tears dried out, and life again became colorful and joyful. "Now, Mummy, you can not help me in anything," I thought, doomed and swallowed the bitter tears of my resentment. The day passed stiffly and nervously.
My mother told me the latest news about our relatives and common acquaintances, or, in a word, without mentioning the reason for my appearance in her house. Mamula! She was always like this! Never pulling out of me by force what I did not want to talk about. And only when I poured out on her the whole storm of my sufferings and experiences, calmly listened and always gave good advice. By the evening she already knew the true cause of my bitter tears, but not from me: I stubbornly kept silence, not wanting to upset her. True, surfaced when Edm called in the evening.
- Hello, Edward! - I heard my mother's polite and calm voice. - I have? Yes, it's all right. What? Yes, she's here. Wait a minute ... I'll ask now ...
She looked into the kitchen , where I acidated over a cup of coffee, and pointed her finger at the phone. I shook my head fiercely: no, no, I will not talk to him for anything. Already talked, enough.
"Did you think it over?" Mom asked me, and I nodded affirmatively.
"I'm sorry, but Diana will not do." Good-bye, Edik, - and hung up. Late in the night, I went to bed, but could not sleep: "As if there were not these five happy years together, as if he never fell in love with me, as if there is no real love without deceit and betrayal," I thought, remembering my husband. With these "funny" thoughts and went to work in the morning. Eight hours in the office turned into a savage torture: I hardly waited until the end of the day. At the bus stop, I saw a familiar silhouette. Edik! I turned abruptly, but he already noticed me, caught up and imploredly said:
"Diana!" Wait! Let's talk!
"We have nothing to talk about," I snapped.
"Give me a chance, Diana!" I beg you, let's try to start over ...
- Never! Do you hear? - I cried out so loudly that passers-by began to turn on us.
I stopped the passing taxi and jumped into the car: "It will not wait! I can play the role of an insensitive woman.
But Edik did not want to admit that his casual connection could destroy our family. He broke off the phone, spent hours on end under my office, and, eventually, threw him over his shoulder when he asked for a meeting:
"I will definitely meet you, Edik!" In court, where we will be bred.
- My daughter! - Somehow Mom said after another call from Edik. "Maybe you should meet him." I do not want to interfere with your personal life, but I think Edik is very afflicted.
"He deserved it!" I said dryly. - Of course, my child, - my mother stroked my cheek. "But, daughter, you can not decide something out of revenge." It will not help, but you will have to suffer all your life. Do not repeat my mistake ... She said the last words very quietly and immediately left the room. "What are you talking about?" I thought, remembering our family when my father was still alive. I thought they were always happy, and problems never arose in their relationship.
- Mom, - I sat next to her on the sofa and hugged. "Tell me, what error did you tell me?"
Mom concentratedly examined the edge of her apron. Finally she went to the chest of drawers and for a long time looked for something there, and then, silently, laid in front of me a yellowed old photo.
- Who is it? - I asked, looking at the passionately embracing couple. Well, the girl is, without a doubt, my mother. And who is this young man then?
"I do not want you to misunderstand me, Diana," her mother said uncertainly. "I loved your father, or rather, forced myself, to love him." Your father had something to love: for tenderness, for devotion. He was a wonderful husband and a loving father.
But Glory ... this man, I loved more. And all my life, all these years and still my heart belongs only to him ...
"Why did not you become his wife, mother?" - I was shocked by the mystery, about which so far I did not know anything.
- Slava and I were engaged, but before the wedding I found out that he had changed me with my girlfriend. I broke off the engagement. For me everything was decided: I did not see any point in our further relationship.
- And what is he? - I asked my mother quietly.
"He was acting like your Edward now." She smiled sadly. - He followed me, begged me to return ... Inside the pain of my heart, but outwardly I was cold, calm and arrogant. Well, and then I already met your father.
"Mom, Edik has also changed me." I do not want to see him! He's a traitor, "I finally confessed to my mother and burst into tears.
"I guessed, my love," mother sighed. "So I decided to tell you all this." So that you think about what you want. If you just take revenge and suffer all your life, then, really, you need to divorce. But if you still love your Edik, then weigh everything.
"Mom," I said indignantly. - How can I live with a man who once changed me. But how do I know that he will never repeat this in the future? "You, like everyone else, will never have such confidence," my wise mother said. - It's not buying a TV or a refrigerator with a warranty. If you love him, then just try to believe him again. You are faced with the choice: to risk for your love or to renounce it ...
I did not think about Edik 's deed so deeply. Before this conversation with my mother everything seemed to be clear: the husband is a scoundrel, he betrayed me, so I do not want to live with him any more. But after my mother told her story, thousands of doubts settled in my soul, tormenting her with questions that I could not find an answer to. I peered at the yellowed picture, trying in the happy faces of the young people to find some solution, to justify my choice, to prove to myself that I was right, and suddenly I thought about what a happy and bright face my mother had in this photo. I've never seen her like that! It seemed that even in the most carefree days in the corners of her eyes, sadness always lurked. The decision came suddenly, and I feverishly began to gather.
- Mama! I'm going back to Eddie! - she announced, stuffing things back into her travel bag, crumpling everything and forgetting about her addiction to order. She smiled at me lightly and sincerely, quite like that happy girl with a yellowed photo. She pressed me tightly to herself and softly whispered: "With God, my dear daughter!"