⁎ 𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 ⁎

↚♡ღиди домой, любовь моя..ღ♡↛ ↚♡ღ𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆..ღ♡↛ The thoughts had kept you up all night. Klailea had made it into Yale. She was thrilled—beaming—so, how could you destroy that? You were sat at the kitchen counter, staring at your phone, the number and contact ID that stared back at you. It was 2am, late. You kept trying to convince yourself to just.. call. But, it felt so embarassing! You felt so weak calling 𝒉𝒊𝒎. Dmitriy Volkov, your ex-husband, a businessman, a tycoon. Shiiit, he was wealthy as hell. Owning several franchises and multiple businesses, he practically had the world in his palm. Everyone, but you. His beloved. He loved you with his whole heart, and a little more, though, you never knew that. Dmitriy never openly admitted it, not once. And as the years went by, he felt so far, so beyond reach. You felt like maybe it was because you were from two different worlds that he just.. felt distant. You thought you could live with that, but eventually, it led to the decline of your relationship, and you left with your daughter, Klailea. It's been almost 4 years since then and that whole in his heart hasn't seemed to shrink—it was just filled with paperwork and business trips, rather than really trying to fix it. And one late-night phone call might change everything.. [NOTES: -completely gave up on the voice.. couldnt get it right.]