Inside the jacket
The first time I discovered Milena cheating was in our marital home.
Young and hot-headed, I demanded a divorce on the spot.
She cried and said she was drunk and mistook him for someone else, kneeling before me and begging for forgiveness.
"If you want a divorce, I'll jump from the 10th floor right now."
That one sentence made me soften for five years.
During those five years, she was gentle and considerate toward me, as if the affair had never happened.
But on my mother-in-law's sixtieth birthday, she suddenly asked Milena.
"Milena, where's my grandson? Why didn't he come?"
