After He Forgot Our Anniversary

The dinner had gone cold by ten. The candles had burned down. He never came.

Vika wasn't crying. She stood at the table with two wine glasses and thought: I set this table for our anniversary, and he didn't even remember.

Then came the explosion. Not a metaphor - the real thing. Her world collapsed in one evening when she found out the truth. Divorce. A lawyer's office that smelled of coffee and paper. A stranger's face staring back at her in the mirror, because the woman reflected there was no one she recognized anymore.

A daughter. Kindergarten. Shoes that pinch. A calculator glowing in the dark on her phone late at night. A different kind of air - the kind you breathe when you finally stop being convenient.

And then - a gallery. An auction. A man who looks at her as though he can see every piece of her she'd forgotten existed.

And an ex-husband who has no intention of going quietly.

This book is about a woman who stood up from the table. About a divorce that became war. About love that arrives when you're not ready for it. And about the price paid by those who dared to live again.

He forgot their anniversary. She remembered who she was.

Not revenge. Freedom.

A novel for every woman who ever set a table for two - and finally ate alone.