My friend’s wife works in an office right in front of my house. In the evening and at night (including on weekends) I often see that there is light there. And a friend regularly complains that his wife barely sleeps at work. In general, her place of work has already become a parable in our languages, as the designation of the slave gallery.

And here, one Friday evening, when the time has already passed 22 hours, I look out the window, see the light burning in two cabinets. And somehow without a back-thinking photo made and sent the koreš to the vatsap with the words "and the office all pachet writes". To my surprise, he immediately called me back and asked when I took the photo. I just answered. He dropped the phone and immediately called a video call, asking me to show him the building in front of my windows. I already start to suspect something is wrong, but I do what he asks.

At the end, he knocked something like “Here’s the fucking...” and pressed “Remove.”

The salt was the following. His faithful woman told him that she would work until night, so let her go to bed without her. And in the photo that I sent him, this is a disappointment, the light in her office did not burn. A friend broke up, took a taxi to the office, stood up at the entrance and called his wife. She answered and asked, “Where are you?” She boldly said, “I told you, I am at work!” But further she did not expect, the comrade asked her to go out on the doorstep, says, say, I went past here, thought to jump. Naturally, she began to try her best to drive him home, but instead, her husband went inside, talked to the guard, looked at the key transfer journal (it turned out that the key from their office was handed over a few hours ago), and even persuaded the guard to allow her husband to go through the office to look for him. But who could have thought, it wasn’t there.

Home she flew literally five minutes after the arrival of her husband and tearfully explained, telling some mystery about a girlfriend, who desperately needed her attention and help, and about the job deceived... and somehow the same came out, with the fear that you stood up, you don't believe me what, I can at least be happy to call her, why should I actually deceive you?

And here is my friend sitting now thinking. He seems to understand that she is a deer from him, and can not decide to take a radical step. I’m glad I haven’t had time to have kids yet, or I’d be mad at all. And, on the one hand, you do not want to believe that she is betraying him, and on the other hand - an adult person, and has not had time to see such a thing in life, he understands everything perfectly and does not want to believe in fairy tales.

And I sit, listen attentively to him, and I think, "Isn't it my fault? Did I destroy my family?” But for myself I decided that in such a situation I would rather know the truth than be content with blissful ignorance. This story was written together with him, suddenly, who thought what healthy will say, or maybe someone himself has gone through this, specific advice will help.