— Kami, you must go back home. This isn’t a request, it’s an order, dear.
I raised an eyebrow, looking at the self-assured ex-husband with confusion.
— We broke up, Vlad. And if anything, that was your decision.
— Yes, but now everything has changed. You’re needed by me, — he said with difficulty, as if choking on the words.
You scoundrel.
— Really? And what about your lover? The new resident of OUR apartment.
— I need my wife. You. And you’ll go home—otherwise…
— Otherwise what?
I folded my arms across my chest and looked at him like at a fool.
Does he still think he can influence my choice?
— I’ll ruin you.
I gave a bitter laugh, bit my lip, and slowly shook my head.
— Fine. I’ll go with empty hands, but I won’t come back to you. What a pathetic man you are.