“Listen, Anfisa… will you, for heaven’s sake, listen!” Mr. X barks, grabbing my hand. “I don’t want to know anything! You came to take away what I hold dear! And you dragged me into bed so I wouldn’t do it.” Something inside me is boiling, and my hand reaches for his face—but he catches it. “I hate you! We should never have met! You monster!” But even tonight you whispered something completely different into my ear. We freeze, staring each other down, and then Mr. X suddenly leans in and practically presses my lips to his. Life is going off the rails: my husband took a young mistress; ahead lies a painful divorce; my business is on the brink of bankruptcy. And to top it off, I broke my own principles and kissed a stranger—and now only he can decide whether I can keep everything I care about.