Dmitriy
I got up in the morning and took a shower like nothing was out of the ordinary. After getting dressed in a pair of dark blue jogging pants and a black t-shirt, I grabbed my gym bag and headed for the door.
Out of nowhere, Svetlana ran past me and stood in my way with her arms crossed in front of her chest. “What now?” I grumbled, not in the mood for any bullshit.
“Are you really not going to talk to Katerina this morning?” she asked in return.
“f**k no. I don’t have time for any more of her lies. Our whole relationship was built on lies, and I’m sick of it,” I vented.
“Come on, Dima. It’s not like that and you know it! Kat can’t help the circumstances that brought her to us. All she could do was start over, and she chose to do that with you and me.
