“What is it, Ksenia? My husband holds a paper with my signature.”
“An application for divorce,” I look him straight in the eyes.
Yes, just like that. With defiance. Although inside everything is trembling with fear. Everything tightens in horror. His eyes narrow.
“Do you understand what you’re doing?”
“I do.”
“Have you thought it through well?”
“Yes.”
“Then get out.”
But I won’t give him my daughter. Nazar was a loving husband and father. But one day he changed. Now I’m afraid of him and want to disappear from his life. However, we have a shared daughter, and he doesn’t want to let her go. And besides—I met a guy from the past. Could this meeting be anything other than accidental?