“Dolly, believe me, this is a mistake,” the man’s gray gaze did not look guilty at all. Of course. All this time he tried to justify himself, played with me as before and deceived me. But I’m too tired of this. “D-don’t, p-please...” she whispered more to herself, “that’s enough.” He twitched his cheek. He freaked out, confirming what I was thinking. He wanted to make me believe his lies again. And now, I have two children in my arms, our divorce process is underway, and I am immersed in memories of a year and a half ago, when we were both still happy. Will I be able to forgive? What is a lie worth? And whose side will the court take?