Start Over? Never

I gave in to persuasion, and for the next two days and three nights I’ll spend time with my ex-husband and his family. Whispering behind my back? No longer scary. Crooked looks from my monster of a mother-in-law? I’ve missed them. Living in adjoining rooms with the ex? Not critical. But will I be able to watch him and his new girlfriend with the ridiculous name Lisёnok calmly?… Pff-f-f—easy! The main thing is not to accidentally let the red-haired furball get on her nerves…
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So what is my ex doing at her grandmother’s anniversary?! She’s still as beautiful—damn it. And I hoped that by now, one year later, she’d gotten fat and covered in eczema, but no—she walks around the room, gathering greasy looks. And who is standing next to her? Why did Taya bring a two-meter tall twig with cupid curls and a lamb’s gaze into our house? What do you mean, her fiancé?!