If I had to marry one day, Kristina seemed like the safest and most logical choice. I can see the doubts on her face, but she doesn’t voice them. She wasn’t raised to. For Kristina, being the obedient wife is everything that matters. Unlike my Lenochka, whose feelings are usually written all over her face, Kristina’s are locked under a makeshift façade. “If you’re keeping her as a mistress, let me know.” She fakes a smile. “Have a lovely night.”
Damn
