— I want to divorce you.
— Are you getting married again? — I blurt out in the heat of emotions.
My husband, Ivan Sobolev, whom I haven’t seen in almost two years—he has his hands in the pockets of his strict trousers, ignores my outburst, and waits for an answer. Relaxed, manly. Still as handsome as ever, but now monstrously indifferent.
— All right. I agree.
— We have nothing in common, — he finishes me off with his truth. — No property, no children—thank God. We’ll be divorced quickly, and we’ll never meet again. Just as you dreamed, Taisiya.
— O-of course, — I stammer, struggling to breathe. — Nothing in common… No property, no children…— I bite my lip hard, feeling that nasty burning in my eyes. — Thank God, Vanya…
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Mia and Miron’s story — «My Mia. On the Shards of First Love»
Yulia and Lev’s story — «My Tutor - Ice»
Taisia and Vanya’s story. Part 1 — «My One and Only»
Taisia and Vanya’s story. Part 2 — «My Only»
Iva and Vela’s story — «My Valentin»
Ivan’s parents’ story: Yana and Bogdan — «Divorce. A Survival Game»
Zlata and Amir’s story — «For Money»