She was a delicate flower in the freezing wind.

“She was a flower that gave you the slip,” I said. “She found another guy who understood her, and you married for money. You married me.”

AFTER HIS GREATEST LOVE BY ZDRAVKA EVTIMOVA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 12

I was a woman to be reckoned with.

At least I thought so.

“She is a delicate being,” Grisha said, meaning his ex-girlfriend. “She was a flower in the freezing wind. People hated her, they didn’t understand her. They all betrayed her, all but me.”

“She was a flower that gave you the slip,” I said. “She found another guy who understood her, and you married for money. You married me.”

“The blunder I made!” Grisha sighed bitterly.

I was sick and tired of his sighs. His constant reminiscences of his greatest love, a tender, pretty, delicate woman, were a topic that did not attract me. She fell in love with his best friend. But Grisha was a considerate fellow. He gave the couple all the money he had saved up, a fact that proved how noble and generous he was. That was his version of the t…