— Excuse me, I’m a little late—I say quickly, pulling my blazer straight as I go, after a brisk walk.
“I was waiting for the nanny; she was late.”
— It’s nothing, — the dazzling blonde smiles. — My fiancé just arrived too. I didn’t want to discuss the interior without him. Nice to meet you…
— Chernyshev? — the name slips out of me before she even manages to introduce us. With horror, I recognize the client as my own ex-husband.
— Kira? So that’s where you disappeared to?! — he says, looking at me with a cold, contemptuous stare. — And you even managed to have a child. Interesting—who’s the father?
We were married for three years, and all that time I believed: love exists. Until one day I caught Chernyshev with another woman…
I filed for divorce remotely—cowardly, by simply leaving the city and taking with me a positive pregnancy test.