— Wow, it’s the mayor! I saw him on TV yesterday. Isn’t he handsome?
My new acquaintance turns toward me and immediately bursts out laughing.
— Yeah, I see you can’t take your eyes off him. Just don’t get your hopes up—he has a fiancée.
A few dozen steps away from me stands Myron—my ex-husband. And I really can’t stop looking at him: he’s changed a lot. From an ordinary guy, he’s turned into a confident, striking man. It seems women’s attention is definitely enough for him. Although…
— You said he has a fiancée?
— Mm-hm. The daughter of some magnate. And otherwise it can’t be—men like that choose a wife with a substantial dowry.
I could argue that everything happens differently. But why? We still weren’t able to keep the family, and it’s long behind us.