“Bohdan, I’m so sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” He bitterly laughs. “What a convenient word. You think you can hide anything behind it? Well then—advice to you and love. I hope you’ll be happy with him!”
“Bohdan,” I take a step forward. “Please, forgive me. Don’t be angry with me.”
He turns around. His eyes—black holes.
“No, Zhenya. That won’t work. I’m angry. I’m insanely angry. And I…” No, I won’t forgive you that. Never.”
Three years ago, I destroyed our love to give my man a chance at the future. Now he’s back—not just in my life, but also in the hospital where I work. In his eyes there’s the same contempt, and I… I still love him.
I have to tell him the truth.
But can a heart that’s been broken once learn to love again? Or will that lie stay forever as my most hopeless diagnosis?