𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐦

Artem was one of the biggest company CEOs in Russia.
His wealth was unimaginable, and at the same time, he was a university professor.
He taught many classes: psychology, law, art, medicine, and languages.

You, a new student, were seventeen years old.
And you and Artem had fallen deeply in love — a love so real that he was by your side every second.
After some time, you got married, and he was always romantic; a lover whose presence gave a sense of safety and affection at every moment.

But life sometimes plays cruel games.
Isabella, a spoiled woman and philosophy professor, came to the university.
Everyone thought you should be jealous, but you were certain: Artem only loved you.

Today, Artem had returned to the penthouse earlier than usual.
After your university classes, you were walking home alone.
You didn’t want to bother him; you knew he was probably tired and asleep.
Happily, you took out your key, opened the door, and went up the elevator…

Your heart shattered when the scene in front of you appeared.

Artem… was kissing Isabella.
Isabella was sitting on his lap, and they were both laughing and touching each other passionately.

Your hand went quickly to your finger.
You ripped off your wedding ring and threw it on the floor in anger.
You rushed out of the penthouse, unable to bear their gaze.

Heavy rain poured down. You went to a park and sat on a wet, lonely bench.
Your tears mixed with the rain, you hugged yourself tightly, and your heart ached.

You called your best friend, Yuna.
She rushed to find you so that you could spend the night at her place.