“Yes, everything’s just like that,” Ilya looks straight at me. “I have someone else, and I love her.”
And I’ve already met my husband’s mistress. I caught him with her in our bedroom.
“We’ll have a child. Therefore…”
“Shut up and just leave my life.”
“Uh-uh. That won’t work. We need somewhere to live too. This apartment is ours—we both live here. I’ll give you a DIVORCE, but on one condition,” he says with a smirk.
The ground slips out from under my feet from this whirl of events.
Why is he so cruel to me?! I gave him my soul and my heart, and he mercilessly trampled them into the ground!