I broke my pride

Hello dear friends, I am writing a story for the first time, and to be honest, I am not a very good storyteller. I got married three years ago because of my loneliness. My wife is not from Tehran, but because of my job we have to live in Tehran. Let's go to the main point. Ironically, today I saw Mahsa in a telegram and asked about her condition, and I answered her, but after a while, her condition reached a narrow distance and we started talking about her life and lack of it, and after a while she said, "Come together." Let's be brothers and sisters, to be honest, I was very happy since I was a child because I had neither parents nor sisters. They invited us to lunch and he called me and me to the public boyI was the one to come and do the lunch shopping for me, because my pious uncle is not home. I went and bought what he said and went to the front of the apartment. He was 23 years older than me. I went upstairs and put my equipment and I was coming to close the unit and jump in my arms. I was really in shock. She is playing with worms, I just realized what a shortcoming that Mahsa was saying, and I am a simple idiot, how quickly I believed that this woman's feeling is not sisterly to me. He was wearing pants and he was pulling my pants down. It was a really bad feeling that I was betraying my wife. Maybe my pride and arrogance had made me feel confident and set foot in this ugly house. He is Saddam and he opens and closes his outer lips with his finger and looks at me with coquettishness. He says that he was right now. For a moment, I saw my wife instead of that bitch and said to myself, I would like my wife to betray me. Unfortunately, I went after my wife and because we called from the company and we had to go to Tehran, I am happy that I broke my pride that day and I did not lose my pride and I relieved myself of a damn conscience. It was just a memory that I shared with you, I hope neither of you will be in my situation