“Where is your husband?” I ask the ex-wife right at the doorway.
“He isn’t here, he’s on a business trip,” says Yasya, stepping back.
— What?
— The fact is that the accusations fabricated against me are his doing! Just like our divorce together!
— What are you saying?! Kostya has nothing to do with it! He’s always wanted to help us!
— Really? — I sneer, angry. — And what if I prove the opposite to you?
Yasya snaps her eyelashes, looking trapped—she has no answer. And then a little boy runs into the hallway. Her son… from that freak, Kostik, who a few years ago destroyed my life down to the foundation.
— Mom, where’s my toy car?
I glance at the kid and freeze, feeling a new fire ignite in my chest.
Because in front of me stands my own little exact copy.
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Backstory: "Divorce from a Millionaire".