—We need to talk.
—About what?
—About what I heard. That for you I’m just “convenient.” That you never loved me.
—Alina, I don’t owe you explanations.
—His voice sounded cold and indifferent.
—I thought there was something between us… that you started to love me!
Kazbek smirked.
“Love? It’s an illusion. You’re the mother of my child. We married because of our parents’ wishes. You expected something else?”
“So I’m just a convenient thing for you?”
“You’re exactly what I need to create the appearance of a family. You’re a good mother and a good housekeeper. But I never promised you more.”
“How could you live like that?” My eyes filled with tears.
“I loved you…”
Kazbek looked irritated.
“Alina, love is your problem, not mine. I did what I had to. You’re the mother of my daughter—that’s enough. You shouldn’t have built illusions.”