Divorce. Red Tulips — Heralds of Love

I’m breaking into pieces, into shards—I can’t rise again. I’m put on my knees, humiliated, worn out, killed by his betrayal. By his words. By his vile act. And hers… How could she? How could they? “How could you?”—the voice doesn’t even sound like mine. “Svetа, you’d better leave.” “Where would I go? Be a man and go.” “This is my home.” “No, Sveta,” my husband decides to finish me off right here and now. “This is my home. There’s nothing of yours here anymore. You rejected everything yourself.” I want to cry. From anger. From helplessness. I want to grab that smug face—his… hers. But… it won’t help the case. I’ve already lived through my emotions. Now it’s time to turn on a sober mind and calculation. I’m sure there are no hopeless situations. Even if it hurts terribly.
“Good, you started all this, Zharkov,” I throw, swallowing tears. “Oh, you started it—wrong.”