“Let’s not have hysterics—we’re adults,” Stas says tiredly when I catch him in the office with a half-naked secretary.
“I wanted to say that I’m leaving. Mom is sick, I need to go see her,” I say—completely different from what I had intended.
“For long?”
“Apparently, forever. We broke up for five long years. Now he’s back in my life.”
He’s become even more handsome, more masculine, more attractive. He claims he wants everything back, but I still can’t forgive him—nor can I tell him about the news of our son that I kept from him in the past.
HEA.