Return My Soul

“Damn,” I exhaled when Pashka stopped in front of the house.

“What?” my fake fiancé didn’t catch my meaning.

I didn’t answer—I was looking at the people.

What can I say. My ex’s parents haven’t changed. The same smiles stuck to their faces that mean nothing, the same haughty looks...

Swallowing loudly, I watched Андрей come out of the house. Five years have passed... five years...

“Well, are we going to introduce ourselves?” Pasha smiled.

“And I already know them,” I breathed out.

I knew I shouldn’t agree to this farce.

One week under the same roof with my ex—and even in the role of his younger brother’s fiancée. That’s the end!

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#heroes_with_humor #skeletons_in_everyone’s_closet #exes_under_the_same_roof