Dimitri I noticed Blair leaving the room with my peripheral vision as everyone seemed shocked at what I had said. My vision was clouded by the hatred I felt at that moment. I had had enough of this situation, they had spent the entire afternoon sending me hints, as they always did and I had borne it quietly, but to go on to offend the person I love? I would never allow it! " What did you say? " Boris narrowed his eyes, alternating his gaze between my ex-girlfriend and me. " Dimitri, please," Olga pleaded. " Tell the truth," I growled. Everyone seemed lost between our confrontation, but I didn't care. " Dimitri!” " Tell them that I asked you to marry me and you refused, because you would never marry me, because I would be a terrible husband and father," I snapped back, choosing not to share everything she had actually told me. " Olga! " Irina looked questioningly at her daughter as tears began to stream down my ex's face. " After everything you've done, I have the right to mov

DimitriDuring the months that followed our fateful ending, I felt like a robot, I went to work, I walked through every city I visited in a mechanical way, going to every famous tourist spot in the place, but for me, taking pictures had no meaning anymore. What would I do with them? Who would I send them to? All the pleasures I had discovered with Blair were meaningless, in fact, I tried to avoid anything that would remind me of her, but it was in vain. She was on my mind all the time.I returned to my apartment after another successful flight from Vienna, and in that city I refused to leave the hotel. They say that time heals everything, but for me, the five and a half months that had passed only served to highlight the great emptiness in my life. An emptiness that I had never noticed until Blair's arrival.I unlocked the door and walked through the deserted apartment. I hated that sepulchral silence that seemed to haunt me. After checking my messages, I opened the picture of Kati

Blair The following days were difficult, my father was to have surgery next week, and my mother became more and more depressed as the day approached. On top of that, I discovered that being the owner of a large apartment was not easy at all, I would get things dirty faster than I could clean them, I would get in the way of my mother's feeding and medicating schedule, which by the way did not make my life any easier, and I still had to find time to visit my father and not leave him completely alone. In the beginning I took my mother with me on the visits, but as the days went by, she started to eat less and less, increasing her weakness, so sometimes I asked a neighbor who was her friend to keep her company while I went to the hospital. What worried me was the surgery that would happen the next day. How could I go to the hospital and follow it closely if we were already in the middle of the afternoon and I couldn't even get my mother to drink a glass of juice? I couldn't leave her a

Dimitri " So she was forced to marry him? " I was sitting next to Lauren as she explained to me the plot of a soap opera we were watching. " Exactly, and now she is finding out that he is not as bad as she thought," she declared. I frowned, not understanding how this was possible. " He's not so bad, he's just going to kill her if she tries to leave? “ That comment made the woman laugh beside me. " I know, that doesn't make any sense," she laughed along with me. We were silent again, concentrating on the unfolding of the plot. It had been a few hours since Blair had gone to the hospital to monitor her father's surgery, leaving me there with her mother. " Anxious? " I asked after a few minutes of silence. " She hasn't given any news yet.” "That's good," I assured her in an attempt to tranquilize her. " How exactly can not hearing from the person you love be good? " she gave me a cross look. " Bad news comes fast, so if you haven't heard anything yet, it's because so far ever

BlairI was lying on my bed staring at the ceiling with my cell phone on my stomach, waiting for Dimitri to call or text me to let me know that he had already landed. Once again that need that dominated us at the beginning of our relationship had taken over me. I needed to talk to him all the time, and when I couldn't, I felt empty. It had taken me a while to finally pluck up the courage and take the first step to recover our relationship, but I could no longer deny it, I did not want to live away from him, and if for that to work I had to move to Russia, I would move to Russia!By my count he must have landed at least an hour ago, could the flight have been delayed somehow?I closed my eyes, determined to get some sleep. Finally my life was settling down, my father was recovering at home, my mother was back to normal, even deciding to teach me how to cook so that I wouldn't suffer so much in "emergency situations". I didn't quite understand the reason for her sudden interest in thi