“I want a divorce,” I say coldly and indifferently, like a machine. “You cheated on me.” “And who would I need you now, if you can’t have children? You’re already thirty-three, not twenty. Stale merchandise!” These words hit me straight in the heart, reminding me once again that I’m broken.
— If I want to have a child, — I answer calmly, hiding my feelings, — I’ll use IVF.
My husband tried to keep me with dirty tricks, but he didn’t even realize his flawless plan would turn into a complete failure. Arsenyev, our rival, stepped into my life and turned everything upside down. Bold, decisive, and charming, he tore me away from my ex-husband’s hands. I could drown in his passionate embraces, but healing a wounded heart isn’t that easy…