“I’m pregnant with your husband’s child! Gorski loves me, and you’ll be left soon! You’re a dead-end, you’ll never be able to have children!” the stranger says.
“I-I think you’ve made a mistake,” I answer in a trembling voice.
“No, I need exactly you!” she smirks proudly.
Her gaze involuntarily runs over her looks:
Blond straight hair, blue eyes, pretty features, and a modest figure. Damn it—she’s my copy. She even dresses, more or less, in the same kind of clothes as I do.
“Yes, a lot of it is because of your appearance—Gorski chose me. You’re my copy. Except perhaps one thing: you’re infertile, but I’m not!”
While I struggled with infertility, my husband found me a replacement. He cheated on me with a girl who looked exactly like me—like two drops of water. He called me a dead-end, but he was wrong. I’m pregnant—but my child doesn’t need such a father!