I still can’t forget my wife’s betrayal, which happened in 1978

This happened in 1978. My younghis wife , who at that time was a little over 30 years old (but looked much younger) went to a sanatorium for treatment. There she had a holidaynovel _ Upon her arrival home, I caught something, but I didn’t fully understand, because I was sure that she was not ready for betrayal in the full sense of the word.

16-17 years later, I accidentally met and got into conversation with a man who was at the same time in this sanatorium and witnessed this holiday romance. After this conversation, I tried to find out something from my wife, but other than nervous breakdowns, I didn’t learn anything concrete from her.

I analyzed the subsequent years and realized that this novel had a continuation. Firstly, a cruise on a motor ship along the Volga in 1989, where there was a meeting instead of an excursion, then, according to my estimates, the arrival of a lover on a business trip to Moldova. And finally, a joint holiday in one of the sanatoriums.

I haven’t lived with my wife for a long time, she lives alone, and so do I. We meet at children's birthdays.

Why am I writing this, since 42 years have already passed? Maybe someone (maybe the hero of this novel) will remember this story and write about it in the comments. I would really like to hear the hero of this novel and find out from him how he bought my wife, who was a more or less decent woman.

Now some details so that you can find out who is in the know and who we are talking about. Of course, I won’t give any names or details. But my ex-wife is a Jew from Moldova, beautiful, short, dark-haired, with an ideal figure. She also accompanied her hero to the airport, because... he left 3-4 days before her. This was the Centrosoyuz sanatorium, next to the park, in the second half of August and the first half of September 1978.