Denis went to the publishing house with a heavy heart, no longer expecting to see her. The thought that Margot would not be was corroding the soul. For the thousandth time he asked himself the same question: did he do the right thing? Could it have been otherwise? His mind reassured him, they say, everything is right, duty is above all, and his heart ... His heart was silent. It seemed that it just stopped at the moment when he saw pain and contempt in his beloved eyes.

And now what? Hunt her like a wild animal?! Just the thought of it was unbearable. Now he didn’t really need this...