After gaining the status of a divorced woman, I understood the following: first, life after divorce does exist; second, I’m not stepping into marriage again. Along with the divorce certificate, I received an immunity to men. That’s how naïvely I thought—until, at one of those luxurious resorts, I met HIM. He gave me paradise for ten days, and when we parted, he took my heart with him.
— Shall we hug? — with one hand he presses me to the shoulders, and with the other lifts my face, looking into my eyes.
He presses his lips to mine in a brief kiss, pretending he doesn’t notice the tears running down my face.
— Be happy, — he whispers in my ear, turns around, and without looking back leaves.