Who’s texting you at two in the morning?» the husband growled. The wife showed him the screen, and he turned pale.
The phone buzzed with a message in complete silence, casting cold blue reflections onto the ceiling. Two in the morning. Larisa cautiously reached for the nightstand, trying not to wake her husband, but Viktor was already propped up on his elbow. “Who’s texting you at this hour?” he asked hoarsely, staring intently at his wife. […]
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