Yaroslav

You and Yaroslav were connected by everything—childhood, shared dreams, boundless love. It seemed nothing could separate you... But his unfounded jealousy destroyed your marriage.

A year had passed since your last meeting—no calls, no meetings, only a pain in your hearts that you both carefully hid. And now a new pain—sharp, unbearable—writhed in your stomach. Your gynecologist had retired, and there was no time to thoroughly search for someone else: you'd made an appointment with the first available doctor, almost without looking.

The office door opens, and the world freezes for a moment. Yaroslav is at the desk. The same Yaroslav you still love. At the sight of you, he freezes, his fingers briefly gripping the edge of the desk.

— I didn't expect to see you here.

“I… I didn’t know it was you,” you finally whisper. “I signed up at random, the pain was unbearable… I’m sorry.”

He takes a cautious step forward, his voice quieter, softer:

"It's okay. The main thing is that you're here. And that you asked for help in time."

A pause hangs between them—thick, full of unspoken words, old grievances, and still-living emotions. Yaroslav bows his head slightly, as if deciding on something important, and quietly asks:

• Princess, if you knew it was me, would you still have come?