MaryWe spent our first week living together and managed to get into a routine. Pyotr and I would go to work together, have lunch together, and in the end he would always send me home because he still had something to do at the office.I hated to go home alone, but there wasn't much I could do. I started to venture a little more into the kitchen, not doing anything too complex, and sometimes it turned out to be a complete disaster, but I was managing. When Peter came home, if I wasn't too lazy, we would take Libby for a walk in Central Park, and then spend some time together, watching a movie or just talking.I loved every second that I spent with him, every silly conversation or teasing that resulted in a smile from my husband. I confess that some days I lived for that smile." Damn it, Mary," I groaned aloud in the kitchen, "you should marry him, not fall in love with him!”I was peeling some vegetables for dinner, Libby was sitting next to me paying attention to everything I did,

Pyotr I was in the office finishing up the outstanding details of the next issue of Book Review. As I had feared, the fact that I had spent so many days away because of the wedding had accumulated work. I didn't want Mary to burden herself with it, so I asked her to go home while I finished the job.Hopefully all the mess would be sorted out this week, and we could start going home together next week." What the hell! " I exclaimed as I noticed that the pen I was using had burst, making a mess in my hand.I was tired, I hadn't been able to sleep the night before, I just wanted to go home and get some rest and maybe enjoy my wife's company. I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and removed the wedding ring, placing it on the countertop, trying hard to get rid of the ink.After this, I realized that there was no point in insisting, it was better to leave everything to be sorted out on Monday and go home. I couldn't wait to meet Mary. Coming home and having her by my side was alway

MaryI left Pyotr's office before I gave in to the temptation to hit him over the head with a desk ornament.I can't believe he's going to ask the Bitch from the park out on a date!What's his problem?I texted Allie, letting her know that I needed a drink. We hadn't had time to meet since I got back from the honeymoon, and I needed to calm down. I felt like throwing everything on my desk on the floor, or rather, going back to his office and starting a fight. I felt like... To send him back to Siberia! NO, not that.Allie looked curious, but agreed to go out with me without question. I could invite Halley to come along, but I wanted a moment alone with my best friend. I needed this.First, that blonde bitch calls him again, and how much time did he spend on the phone with her? Then there is the woman in the park. He didn't seem to have such a hectic life before we got married.A sudden urge to cry came over me, and this made my anger flare up even more. I decided to get out of there,

Pyotr I was disturbed by Mary's state. It was clear that she was not taking the situation well, and to be honest, I was relieved by her reaction. I stepped out of the elevator, dialing Margot's number as I made my way to the car. I had kept my distance from Mary all week after hearing her and Allie confabulating about plans for Simon after our divorce.The tenor of the conversation was bad enough, and the fact that she revealed our secret to her friend made me even angrier. But after today it was more than obvious that I couldn't stay that far away, I promised her that I would take care of her while we were married and that's what I intend to do.I followed the plan I had laid out in my mind, and about twenty minutes later, I was back at the apartment. I heard Libby's elation as soon as I unlocked the door, she jumped on my legs barking as I tried to calm her down. The TV on indicated where Mary was. I removed my shoes and walked over to the kitchen counter, taking the small indiv

MaryPyotr opened the bathroom door, staring at the scene in shock, not knowing what to do." Peter, get me out of here " I shouted " She's crazy.”" What's going on here?”The running water falling on the corgi who was still standing under the shower, growling at me, washed off most of the shampoo. At least she is clean." I went to give her a bath and she didn't like it. Get me out of here, she bit me!”" Why did you go to give her a bath? " He picked up a clean towel." This is my towel! " I complained." We don't have many options at the moment." He rolled his eyes, opening the shower door, holding Libby to prevent her from escaping.He tossed the towel to me, kneeling on the floor, trying to get the rest of the shampoo out of the dog's coat. Great, she doesn't bite him!" Why were you giving her a bath? " he questioned again, turning off the shower." Because she was covered in meringue.”" I'll try one more time, why? " He took a deep breath, doing his best to dry her off." Be