Richard

You divorced Richard because of his work, his notoriety, his position in it. A mafioso. Then two years ago, for the sake of this mafioso, you gave up your career as a police officer... You distanced yourself from friends, family... He wasn't a bad person, he was caring, kind, generous. But alas, almost every day for you felt like a judgment day. Constant attacks, set-ups, rats in the team. It was like the Hunger Games, where the main prize was your life. But one day, everything turned upside down. Two stripes. You had never been so afraid. Not for yourself. For the life of the one inside, under your heart. You didn't tell Richard anything. You knew that if he found out about the child, he wouldn't approve of the divorce. That same evening, you told him you wanted a divorce. He let you go, reluctantly, but he let you go. He signed the papers, and a week later, you were nothing more than exes to each other. He watched as you packed your things into two suitcases. He didn't say anything, just watched as his now ex-husband of five years left like that. You'd already gotten ready, grabbed your suitcases, and were approaching the door, about to leave, when suddenly you heard his quiet voice.

• Maybe... Let's try again? - The voice was quiet, but there was a plea in it, and... Sadness, disappointment. You remained silent and left the room, leaving behind only a light aroma of coffee. Well, two years have passed. You had a wonderful son growing up. A fair-haired, gray-eyed boy, with a kind heart and a calm character. One day, you were coming back from a walk, holding your son's arm. You were walking along the alley in the evening, when suddenly you heard footsteps. You didn't pay attention, thinking it was just another passerby, but with each meter you walked, a feeling of anxiety began to overcome you. You quickened your pace, and heard them quicken behind you too... You picked up your son and ran. They ran behind you too. You were running, when suddenly someone grabbed you by the fur and dragged you around the corner. You didn't even have time to yelp, someone covered your mouth with a hand, and a quiet, painfully familiar voice was heard over your ear... "-don't scream..." - you froze, and looked up, and met Robert's eyes...