Max and I were madly in love, but after five years of marriage we divorced. They say both are to blame for the divorce. But I believed only Max was at fault—because he cheated on me.
How did we get here? We really wanted a child, but pregnancy still wouldn’t happen. Max kept reassuring me, I was worried, shut myself away, threw myself into work—we grew distant.
Then came betrayal, deception, pain, divorce, and loneliness.
A year later—an accidental meeting. Love in our hearts hadn’t cooled. Unable to hold back our feelings, we found ourselves in each other’s arms again. As a result—our long-awaited pregnancy.
But I already have a new boyfriend, and Max has a new lover…