“‘Something’?” I ask facetiously. “No, I’m just his wife and the mother of his child. But nothing is going on between us. We’re not friends or partners. I’m just the woman he’s using to tick all his boxes.”
I press on the gas a little harder, flying down the straightaway in an effort to leave my worries behind.
Konstantin groans. “This is why I don’t want to get in the middle of this mess. You two need to work this out in therapy. Until then, come back and pick me up!”
“What the hell am I supposed to tell Misha?” he barks.
I tap the brakes as I near a bend in the road. “You can tell your cousin that…”
My voice trails off as I tap the brakes again. And again.
The brake pedal is all the way down to the floor, but the car isn’t slowing down.
“Oh f**k. Fuck.” I follow the curve of the r
