“Congratulations. We’re divorced. You’re free and can do whatever you want. I won’t see you again. Never! And our son too.” “Are you so sure about that, my dear wife?” he smirks. His dangerous squint instantly cools my “joy.”
“I’m the ex,” I correct him with pride, lifting my chin.
“Dear, I don’t care about the stamp in your passport,” he says, flashing his eyes. “You’re my wife, Yegor is my son. And I won’t let go of either of you!”
He believes that work is more important to him than family. He disappears there from morning till night, and their son hardly ever sees him. But I can’t live like this anymore… I decided to leave.
Only HE doesn’t agree with that decision.