“We have to get married!” I burst into the boss’s office. “Don’t look at me like that, you hungry—. This is a forced marriage! Fake. With a strict contract, where love won’t have a place!”
“Chernova, I understand everything. Loneliness hit you in the head, so you’re trying to get yourself sorted out quickly.” But no, thank you—you can go on, to the next candidate.
“And I swore love to this self-satisfied turkey?!”
“Savva, if it were up to me…”
“I agree,” he suddenly interrupts. “I’ll marry you, Chernova!”
***
One step from love to hate, but is there a way back?
My former and I will find out what turns out to be stronger: old resentments or newly rekindled feelings.