Revenge – served cold - стр. 2

“ Don't cry Rina! You've got no one to cry for. Let him cry.”

“ The apartment,” I sobbed.

“ Great loss. My father has a good lawyer. He'll sue him for half of his living space. Let's go right now! Where are your documents?”

Ramila's words and deeds were never at odds, and she burrowed into the drawer where I kept everything important.

“ What documents?” I howled.

“ For an apartment in Moscow. You took a mortgage, and you transferred the down payment to the bank.”

I clapped my eyes, only now realizing that I had never actually seen them. Or rather, Dimitri had sent me a picture of the contract on WhatsApp. I quickly pulled out my phone and, finding the saved pictures, showed them to my friend.

Ramila flipped through the photos in a daze and, sitting down next to me, drained her glass.

“ What a bitch! “she exhaled.

For the next hour we drank wine in silence. Ramila frowned and bit her lips. I wiped the tears running down my cheeks.

“ That's what! We'll get revenge on him! “ said her friend, putting a new bottle on the table.

“With the help of a lawyer?”

“ Eh, Rina, you are not in the contract. Dimitri only took a two-bedroom on himself.”

“ It's more profitable, the interest is lower.”

“ You have less brains, as well as any other fool in love, “ she categorically cut off:

“You must have transferred the money to his card?”

I nodded, causing my friend to groan.

“ You didn't transfer money to the mortgage account. You didn't sign the contract.”

You didn't get him a loan through a lawyer. You could go to the police, but they'd probably tell you to fuck off. The man got married, and the ex-girl showed up to file a complaint.

I gurgled in agreement. Indeed, I'd have to convince the investigator to accept the application first. And then I'd have to go through the circles of hell to get the case prosecuted. All that would require money, and I didn't have any.

I slowly and inevitably began to realize the truth. My beloved man not only abandoned me, but used and robbed me.

“ What to do now?” I was horrified.

I imagined how I would tell my parents about it. Selling my grandmother's apartment, I had to endure a whole war. But my mom told me, warned me…

“ I finally got it! Do you remember my great-uncle on my mother's side? He went to the country with his relatives, and gave my father a house in the Moscow region as a debt. It's no big deal. Just an old building. Not a cottage, of course. I've been hitting on my father for a long time talking about "they'll sell it off", "you have to look after the house". And he kept saying, "How will you be alone there? And I told him I wouldn't move alone, but with you. And then there's Dimitri. So the three of us will live there.”