Svetlana had never been happier. Just a year ago, her life was a nightmare—trapped under the thumb of a cruel aunt who treated her like a servant. Cooking, cleaning, working in the garden—while her aunt lounged on the couch, barking orders. Sveta dreamed of escaping, finishing school, and building a real life. Then, a miracle happened.
She met Alexey. Handsome. Confident. Successful. He had his own apartment, a solid career, and best of all—he wanted her.
“I can’t stand seeing you live like this,” he told her one night. “Move in with me.”
No proposal, no grand promises—just an escape. And that was enough. When her aunt screamed that she was dead to her, Svetlana didn’t even look back. She and Alexey were building a life together. She made their apartment a home. She raced home from work, excited for their future.
And today, that future was more real than ever. She had just come from the clinic, clutching the most incredible news—she was pregnant. Twins. A family of their own. She couldn’t wait to tell him.
She stepped inside and froze. Something smelled…off. Familiar, yet wrong.
Perfume.
Her perfume. The one she never wore because she didn’t like it. The one Alexey had bought months ago.
Then—sounds. From the bedroom. Laughter. Whispers.
Her hands trembled as she gripped a mop for defense. A thief?
No. Worse.
She pushed the door open—and there he was. Alexey. In bed. With another woman. A younger woman, stunning in a way that made Svetlana feel like a ghost.
They didn’t even notice her at first. When they did, the girl shrieked and yanked the sheet over herself. Alexey just…stood up. Calm. Unbothered.
“What are you staring at?” he said, like she was the crazy one. “You’re not a child. Love fades. Honestly? It was just infatuation.”
Her world shattered. She wanted to scream, to fight, to demand an explanation. But the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she turned and ran.
