“Eva, please repeat what you said,” he asked. She barely restrained herself from throwing his hands off her shoulders and shouting that he had already heard everything perfectly well. It's not worth it. He doesn't deserve this. “I've been late for two weeks now.” I don't know what this is connected with. Perhaps it’s stress, or maybe...* * *Everything is perfect in my life: my favorite job, high ratings and a popular man who will soon become my husband. And the last thing I expected was that on the eve of the wedding he would appear - the one I loved more than life itself. The one who betrayed me. The one who hates me, and I reciprocate. But there is something that I cannot deny...We are still attracted to each other, and I can’t even imagine where this will lead.