[ANASTASIA]
I can’t believe it. I just… can’t.
All Ivan has done in the last 60 seconds is say the same thing I have already said, and yet my heart thinks it feels different, just because it comes out of his mouth?
How in the world does that make any sense? How’s that even fair?
No. It can’t be that easy. It shouldn’t be. I can’t forgive him just because he admits to his mistakes, just because he looks guilt-ridden and regretful of his actions. There has to be more to it. He should suffer more, feel more pain, feel more…
I don’t know what exactly I want him to feel. All these years, when I thought about this confrontation that couldn’t have been ignored for a long time, I didn’t know what I expected to happen. Sure, I imagined him to be on his knees and begging me for my forgiveness,
