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Not remembering myself, I left the room and rushed to the kitchen, then up the stairs to the second floor, but the fuse quickly ended. Dropping somewhere in the middle on one of the steps, I threw back my head and closed my eyes. Judging by the silence in the house, it was empty. I thought that I should find my phone, that I should call Ivan and ask him, but there was no strength left at all. Somehow, I gathered myself, returned to my room and collapsed onto the bed. Scoundrel…

– I need to talk to Ivan! – repeated, grabbing Max’s hand. Neither last evening nor this morning I saw him, otherwise I would certainly have demanded the phone earlier. If he thinks that I will sit and wait … – I want to talk to my husband! I twitched as he tried to shake off my hand.

– Went to my place! he grumbled, cutting with a heavy, annoyed look. – I don’t want to see you today!

– Do not talk to me like that! – I didn’t back down. On the contrary, she squeezed his hand tighter. These two days made it clear that he didn’t care about me, and if something happened…