I trusted him. I let him into my heart, even though once I promised myself and my daughter that I would never love again. I trusted him—and was punished for it. And now, looking into the eyes of the future husband who won’t be loved, I understood there’s no way out…
— I’m sorry. I’m sorry you made me do what I did.
Me too. I’m sorry—my heart still cries for someone who doesn’t deserve it.
— He… didn’t come back?—I know how stupid it is to ask Albert about it. But I have to be sure once more that Zaur betrayed me. Why? I have no idea. Maybe I’m a masochist after all.— You have the nerve to ask me about your lover? Are you testing my patience or have you simply gone crazy?—To give the Banker his due, not a single gesture so far has shown his rage. But I feel it. I see how that anger boils in him.