Then came the words of consolation.
— He’s not worthy of you, Olga, — said Marina, my best friend. — Forget him like a bad dream. Maybe it’s for the best. He would only ruin your life.
— I knew from the start that guy was a bastard! — my mother was outraged. — Let him go to hell. You’ll find someone else, a real man.
— That’s life, baby, — sighed my mother-in-law when I called her to tell about the divorce. — No kids, you’re young and beautiful. You have everything ahead of you.
Their remarks sounded nice, but they didn’t hit my soul. Especially since I still had hope inside. I hoped Sergey would realize his error and return. Silly? Maybe. But then I was willing to cling to even the smallest opportunity.
I contacted him again, hoping he would reconsider. But he did not even respond. Just vanished. It was as if he deleted me from his existence the moment he left our flat.
To distract myself, I began spending a lot of time with Marina and her brother, Kirill. We had known one other for a long time, but we had always interacted more like friends than close people. When we were teenagers, I secretly admired him but never revealed it to anybody, including Marina. After all, he is her brother.