My twenty-eighth birthday was supposed to be the best one. After all, all my friends, relatives, and my beloved husband were supposed to gather. But instead of enjoying the celebration, I found myself at my own husband’s funeral.
After his death, Zakhar left me with a mountain of debts—for which they want to kill me, and also our son, who hates me and waits for me to become nothing more than his bed toy. In the case of my husband’s death, there are too many blank spots. During his life, Zakhar was hiding something. But the main shock is the correspondence found with a woman—photographs, airline tickets, and a painting that arrived from an unknown sender.
How do you unravel the mystery of a husband who is right behind you—without losing your last hope for the happy future that is slipping away?