– I knew you would come to me, Angelina.
– Why didn’t you file for a divorce? So many years have passed. I’m getting married, and I need a divorce certificate.
– Do you understand how it works? In our family, it isn’t customary to get divorced. Such are the rules—
– I don’t care about the rules. You accused me of betrayal and kicked me out of the house, while you yourself cheated on me with every skirt. And I saw the divorce papers.
– You only saw what you were allowed to.
– I don’t care what happened in the past. I came for…
– He won’t be.
– I’m getting married. I need a divorce.
– You’ll only get it if our son stays with me—he notices the horror in my eyes. —Did you think I wouldn’t find out?