He drove his wife out of his life, but after a few years, he came crawling back to her on his knees, begging for her to give him a job.
I’m filing for divorce.» Artyom stood in the doorway of the office, his hands shoved into the pockets of his fashionable pants, looking somewhere above Ksenia’s head. His eyes, usually warm and glowing, now appeared cold as ice. Ksenia put down her planner and slowly raised her head. Her husband’s words hit her like a […]
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