After the divorce, my ex-husband demanded something from me. When I heard it, I laughed like a madwoman.
For a long time, I lied to myself. Sergey’s late nights, the perfume that wasn’t mine, the distance — I ignored it all.Until I asked, “Are you seeing her?”He didn’t deny it. Just said, “You already know. I want a divorce.”No apology. Just gone.Everyone said I was better off — “You’ll find someone who deserves you,” they told me.I didn’t believe them. Not until Kirill — Marina’s brother — stepped quietly into my life.He didn’t offer pity. Just presence.Walks. Laughter. Silence that didn’t hurt. And over time, I healed.We fell into something real. Something Sergey never gave me.Then one day, out of nowhere, Sergey called.“Meet me,” he said. “It’s urgent.”At the lake, he barely looked at me before blurting, “I need the wedding ring back. I’m getting married. We’re reusing the rings.”I laughed — actually laughed — until tears came.“You’re lucky I didn’t throw it away,” I said, pulling it from my pocket.And I dropped it in his hand like it meant nothing.Because it didn’t.Not anymore.
