“Don’t touch me.”
His eyes could have killed, crushed, and destroyed.
“I loved you so much… I was ready to die for you. And you…”
“Mарат, please, let me say it!”
“I said, shut up.” He cut me off, and I went silent.
“I don’t need your excuses for a fool. I saw everything myself. My lawyer will bring the divorce papers for you to sign.”
Carelessly, he threw my hand aside and walked past me, heading for the door.
“I’m pregnant.”
Marat stopped dead.
Slowly he turned around. I met his cold gray eyes, in which disbelief was clearly read.
“What did you say?” he asked.
“From you.”