For a long time, I refused to accept the truth. I convinced myself that everything in my life was just the same—no changes, no surprises, that it was all just a bad dream. I couldn’t bring myself to believe that Sergey had actually cheated on me. Not casually, not once in a while, but seriously—he was seeing her! The very woman who had become his assistant at work. They saw each other every single day...
The signs were obvious: late nights, a new scent on his shirt, whispered conversations behind closed doors, frequent business trips... But I kept telling myself it was just my imagination. I thought everything could be explained logically, without any unnecessary drama.
But one day, I couldn’t ignore it any longer and asked him directly:
“Tell me, is it true that you’re seeing her?”
He didn’t deny it. He simply said, coldly:
“You already know the truth. It’s good we’re talking now. I want a divorce.”
And just like that, everything crumbled. No regret, no warmth—just “that’s it.”
Then came the well-meaning words of comfort.
“He’s not worth your time, Olga,” said Marina, my best friend. “Forget him like a bad dream. Maybe it’s for the best. He would only bring you misery.”
“I knew from the start he wasn’t the right guy!” my mother said angrily. “Let him go. You’ll find someone who truly deserves you.”
“That’s life, sweetheart,” sighed my mother-in-law when I called to share the news of the divorce. “No kids, you’re young and beautiful. You have your whole future ahead of you.”
Their words were kind, but they didn’t quite reach my heart. Because deep down, I still hoped. Hoped that Sergey would realize his mistake and come back. Silly? Maybe. But at that time, I was willing to cling to any shred of possibility.
I called him again and again, hoping he would change his mind. But he never picked up. He just disappeared. As if he had erased me from his life the moment he left.
To keep my mind occupied, I started spending more time with Marina and her brother Kirill. We had known each other for years, but before, we’d always interacted like friends rather than anything closer. When we were teenagers, I secretly admired him, but I never admitted it—especially not to Marina, since he was her brother.
Now, he had returned to our town after his own divorce, a little lost, a little down. And strangely, it was beside him that I started to feel alive again.
Kirill didn’t pity me, didn’t offer up empty words like “you deserve better,” and didn’t ask how I was feeling. He was simply there. We took evening walks, went to the movies, and sometimes just sat in the park, eating ice cream we bought at the corner store. With him, the pain gradually faded, and thoughts of Sergey became distant and less important.
So, when the divorce was finalized, I agreed to a relationship with Kirill. I didn’t expect it, but Marina—she was the most surprised.
“Finally!” she said happily, hugging me. “I always knew it would happen. I’m so glad for you!”
I blinked, confused:
“You... knew?”
“Of course, I was sure,” Marina smiled. “Who else could be the best match for my dear brother, if not you? I told you, your divorce is a blessing. The best thing that could have happened to you!”
A few months ago, I would have been hurt by those words. But now, I understood she was right. With Kirill, I really felt different—needed, appreciated, loved. He was nothing like Sergey. Gentle, attentive, caring… He even spoiled me, something I had never experienced before.
I hadn’t thought about the past for a while when my phone rang. Sergey’s name appeared on the screen. Unexpected and unwelcome.
“It’s Sergey,” I murmured, looking at the phone. “I didn’t expect this.”
Kirill nodded:
“Answer it. Let’s hear what he has to say.”
Gathering my courage, I pressed “accept.”
“Olga?” His voice was cold, almost businesslike. “We need to meet. It’s urgent.”
“What do you want to talk about?” I asked, feeling a little confused.
“Not over the phone,” he interrupted. “Can you meet tomorrow in the park near your house? By the lake. Pick a time.”
I was a bit confused but agreed. He said he would come and then hung up.
“So, did you get anything from that?” I asked Kirill.
“No,” he shook his head. “But if you want, I can be there.”
“No,” I said firmly. “I need to close this chapter for good. Let this meeting be just between us.”
At the appointed time, I stood by the small pond in the park, alone as planned. Sergey wasn’t there yet, and I began to doubt whether he would even show up. After all, we had nothing left connecting us. Maybe he had changed his mind? Maybe he wanted to ask me to come back?
Then, I saw him in the distance, walking quickly as if in a hurry. As he approached, he immediately began:
“Glad you came. We need to talk… about the ring.”
“What ring?” I asked, surprised.
“Your wedding ring,” he explained. “You still have it, right? I want it back.”
My eyebrows shot up.
“So you want me to just give you the ring? Why?”
He shrugged, looking slightly irritated:
“I’m getting married. Karina and I need wedding rings. I paid for them, so I think it’s only fair that I get mine back. Especially the one that belonged to you.”
For a moment, I was frozen. Here was the man I once loved, asking for the ring—a symbol of our years together—just so he could save money on a new wedding. The absurdity of it made me laugh. Tears came to my eyes—not from sadness, but from how ridiculous the situation was.
Wiping my eyes, I looked him in the face and said:
“You know, lucky for you, I didn’t throw it away. I still carry it with me.”
From my pocket, I pulled out the ring—yes, it was there, along with all the memories.
“Here,” I said sarcastically. “Since you need it so badly—take it! I won’t stand in the way of your happiness.”
In one swift motion, I threw the ring into the pond. It sank, leaving only ripples on the water’s surface.
I didn’t wait for his reaction. No shouts, no explanations—I didn’t care anymore. Let him curse, let him blame fate. I turned and walked away, leaving him behind—exactly where he belonged.
Later, when I told Kirill everything, we both laughed. He found it funny too.
“You’re incredible,” he said, smiling. “Sometimes it’s just better to let go of people and things that remind you of the past.”
We’re not planning a wedding yet. But I feel like Kirill might be thinking about it. Maybe soon, he’ll propose. Why not? We’ve both gone through divorce and pain, and now we deserve the chance for true happiness. My parents, especially my mother, are thrilled about us being together—she’s already imagining grandchildren.
As for me? I’m content with what I have. Happy, even if that sounds cliché. And I’m not afraid to say it: I found someone who truly loves me.