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— Is it my child? — he asked, looking at me as if he wanted to read me through.
— No, — I squeezed out in a trembling voice.
— So you tried to hide it, — he said coldly.
— I have nothing to hide, — I answered, trying to sound confident. — And it’s already too late. I’m getting married.
— I don’t care. My child will live with me. And you can marry whoever you want.
Yary again showed up and claimed rights to my unborn baby. But last time he treated me cruelly—and it looks like this time he doesn’t intend to change anything either. Book one: “The Only One for Yary.”