Seven years ago, I fell in love with a man older than me. He was confident and strong, and he worked for my father. But it turned out that loving for the first time is painfully hard. The man played with me, laughed at the silly girl—and soon he would marry someone else. The price of his unlovedness was my broken heart… and the child I gave birth to. I left, but I returned to the country after seven years—we met again. He has his own family, and I have a fiancé and a small secret that he must not know. But everything repeated again: I hadn’t forgotten. I still love him. And the price of his love will be very high.
Continuation of the novel “The Price of Your (Un)Love.” Contains profanity.