“A husband for an hour?” I whisper indignantly, repeating Arseny’s words. “Oh, sorry,” the ex replies with a sting. “You need a husband for two hours—namely on Tuesday… from 8:00 to 10:00. I get what you mean. And that’s this huge boulder in my heart.”
“Yes!.. Because I work a lot and I’m tired,” I make helpless excuses, understanding everything is already pointless. “So live with your job… And me…I’m a normal person. I need a girl on every day of the week. Not for two hours!”
“You’re dumping me?” I feel tears tighten my throat. “Alena!” Artyom sighs heavily. “I have another girl…”
“What??”
“Yes! For two months already. And everything is great in my personal life…”
“And mine?” I whisper helplessly, missing the moment when I was cheated on. “You… You have a career! So live with it…”