Olga Ryabova woke up with a dreamy smile, her body pleasantly sore from the previous night.
She hesitated to open her eyes, hoping it all wasn’t just a dream. When she finally did, she found the other side of the bed empty. Moments later, Evgeny, the man responsible for her blissful state, appeared in the doorway, freshly showered and dressed.
He greeted her warmly, and although she tried to act confident, Olga blushed and clutched the blanket to her chest. Her nervousness wasn’t without reason. Olya was new to romantic relationships and had little experience with men like Evgeny—charming, self-assured, and wealthy.
She had just graduated from university and hadn’t dated anyone since her ex-boyfriend Denis cheated on her. After the heartbreak, she focused on her studies and avoided new relationships. But summer came with a sense of freedom, and when she met Evgeny at a nightclub, she allowed herself to let go.
Their relationship progressed quickly. Olya, enchanted by his attention and charm, soon found herself in his bed, despite some inner hesitation. He had strong views about chemistry and physical intimacy being essential to any lasting connection, which pushed her toward intimacy faster than she normally would have chosen.
Her friends encouraged her, saying it was foolish to pass up someone like him.
The morning after their first night together, Evgeny sat beside her, kissed her gently, and explained he had to leave for a couple of hours for work.
He encouraged her to make herself at home, offering his sister Christina’s clothes if she needed them. With butterflies in her stomach, Olya showered, dressed in one of Evgeny’s shirts, and enjoyed breakfast in his kitchen.
But the romantic haze was abruptly shattered. As Olya waited in the bedroom, hoping to surprise Evgeny, a woman walked in—not Evgeny, but a striking brunette with a cold, confused look. When Olya nervously introduced herself and assumed the visitor was Evgeny’s sister, she was met with a chilling reply: “What sister?
I’m his fiancée.”
Olya’s world crashed down. Sh0cked and humiliated, she tried to explain she didn’t know. The woman, Kristina, grew angrier, pressing for details.
Olya, terrified, confessed everything about her brief but intense romance with Evgeny. Though clearly furious, Kristina didn’t lash out physically. Instead, she labeled Evgeny a “scoundrel” who had cheated before and tricked them both.
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