A man appeared on the screen—very handsome, young, around thirty, broad-shouldered, in a quality casual suit, with a spacious apartment and a panoramic city view visible in the background. Fury raged in the husband's eyes.
"Sofia, damn it, who did you run off with? With that decrepit blogger who has nothing to his name? Are you out of your mind? I'm filing for divorce, and my lawyers will make sure you don't get a penny," he even shrieked at the end of the phrase, overwhelmed by emotion.
The video cut off, but another followed: the same man, now in a car, his face distorted with anger. "You're leaving me for that loser? He's a whole lifetime older than you! Come back before it's too late, I'm still willing to discuss this situation. After all, we're adults. Are you going to throw away five years of marriage just like that?"
Sophie carefully examined her husband's face, trying to recall if she had met this person in other realities.
Dave calmly remarked:
"He went overboard with 'decrepit.' I'm only 43. Though about 'nothing to his name,' I'm afraid he might be right. This trailer is so packed with things, it looks like we live here. Let me at least take a look at your devoted husband," he added.
His lover handed him the smartphone. Miller stopped the car to give the image of his rival the attention it deserved.
"Yes, he's good-looking, you have decent taste. And he's disgustingly young. It ruined my mood."
"Jealous?"
"Just a little."
Miller was confident enough in himself and Sofia not to be jealous. But the guy in the video was so attractive and fresh that David felt uneasy. It was perfectly obvious that the husband was a great match for the young and beautiful Sophie, while he himself looked like a gray mouse in comparison to the pair.
David felt an acute aversion to his rival. It was exacerbated by how luxurious the apartment and car looked in the background, suggesting that the guy was also rich. And considering that Sophie had lived with him for five years, this suddenly appearing husband was probably smart, too. She wouldn't have tolerated a fool for long. He could only hope that the husband was a villain and a scoundrel...
All these feelings were reflected on David's face and greatly amused Sofia. She pulled her lover towards her and kissed him tenderly, trying to pour all her love into the kiss. She so wanted to comfort him, her poor dear.
David gently ran his tongue over Sofia's luscious lips and stroked her breast with his hand, and the joy of life gradually returned to him.