Ivan stared at the parchment in his hands.
More than an hour had passed, but he had barely written anything.
The same few lines remained in front of him.
He had read them so many times that he no longer knew what they said.
His mind was somewhere else.
Irina's words kept coming back to him.
He should let Lydia go.
He knew she was right.
Perhaps that was what Lydia needed.
She deserved a chance to be happy without him. She deserved a man who would not hurt her the way he had. Someone who could give her the peace and security he had failed to give her.
And now there was Damir.
Ivan lowered his eyes.
Damir had asked Lydia to marry him.
Perhaps that was the better choice for her.
He should let her go.
He had told himself that many times.
But every time he imagined Lydia with another man, something inside him twisted painfully.
He remembered the way she had looked at him the night before.
The way she had cried in his arms.
