“He cheated on me,” I quietly squeezed out, unable to believe what I was saying. - Ilya cheated on me with someone else. - What? “Artem pulled away, taking me by the shoulders. His gaze darkened with anger and his breathing quickened. -Are you sure about this? “Am I sure of what I saw with my own eyes?” — she asked him sadly. - I wish it was just an illusion... - You bastard! - Artyom growled and pulled him to him again, stroking his head. - Sorry I was right. “You have nothing to apologize for,” I sobbed, snuggling into the man’s warm chest. “I, a fool, believed that Ilya loved me and waited so long for him to mature for a serious relationship.” It turned out that it was in vain. - Do you want me to go and punch him in the face right now? - Artem asked dully, and from his voice I understood that he was serious.