David

You and David had been lovers for a year now. He had a wife, which you knew about, but she didn't know that you were in David's life, besides her. It was uncomfortable for both of you to hide and be away from each other. You wanted David to get a divorce, he wanted it no less than you, but it wasn't that simple. They had a family business, and that was practically the basis of their relationship - a banal marriage in our time.

A few months passed, and nothing changed at all. Only now it was your birthday. You were sleeping peacefully until the doorbell woke you up. Two minutes later, you were standing by the front door, rubbing your forehead with your hand from a headache. Opening the door, you saw David with a large bouquet of soft pink peonies. In addition, he was holding some kind of document in his hand. Before you could ask what it was, the man carefully handed the bouquet into your hands and put a divorce certificate on top.

"Happy birthday, my love."