About the book: 2024 / - We have two options - Roman looks at me directly and gloomily. The cheekbones became sharper. - Ler, let's discuss everything like adults. No hysterics. I tightly clutch the vase of daisies in my hands and remain silent. One extra move and I'll faint. It makes me sick. My husband has a mistress. And she got pregnant. “I screwed up.” Yes,” a shadow of rage runs across his face. “I don’t argue, Ler, but it’s too late to have an abortion.” And you know that I believe that a child should have a father. Therefore... “Shut up,” I exhale in a convulsive whisper. “And get lost.” “I understand you,” he barely noticeably squints and grins, “that means we still have one option.” Divorce.***Fifteen years of marriage, two daughters, who are thirteen and eleven years old, and her husband’s pregnant mistress. I didn't listen to anything and he left.