“I need a wife again,” Vadim says, looking me in the eyes.
We haven’t seen each other in two years. He got rich and became a different person in that time. Tough, cynical, completely unfamiliar.
“And what does that have to do with me? We’ve been divorced for ages.”
“Not anymore. My lawyers erased the divorce from my past.”
“How? — I see that he isn’t joking. — Why do you need this? You yourself destroyed our marriage...”
He ignores my words.
“Starting today, you’ll live in my house,” he presses with his superiority, like a steamroller. “The car is already waiting; you don’t have to pack.”
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A standalone novel.
Maxim’s story: “The Beauty and the Billionaire.”