“I’m getting married,” Arthur says—and at that moment I break into pieces.
“Let’s do without hysteria.”
“But what about us?” I can barely ask.
“There is no ‘us,’” Arthur answers harshly. “There is me. There is you. Separate.”
And I hear the ringing of my shattered heart. I hear the crunch of the shards under the soles of his polished shoes when Arthur walks away to his desk. He turns back and carelessly throws: “All the best. Goodbye.”
*******
Four years ago he crushed my heart. Destroyed it. Made me suffer. I left his office, carrying in my bag the biggest secret—the pregnancy test. Positive. I got pregnant by Arthur Yastrebov and gave birth. I did everything to keep my greatest secret. But life brought us together again. I have to run! He won’t find out that we have a daughter.