He told me he was leaving right during the birth.
He was there for all eight hours, and when it was time for our son to be born, he said:
— I’m doing this so you’ll never forgive me. I have someone else, and I’m going to her. I’ll send money to the card for Arseniy’s upkeep.
It seemed like emotional pain swallowed the physical suffering.
And Kirill really left. Exactly half an hour before our son was born.
Three years passed. Out of spite for my ex-husband, I didn’t name the child the way Kir wanted. And out of spite, I became happy.
And then Kirill appeared again completely out of the blue and said:
— I’m sorry, but I still love you…