“First, we’ll do a paternity test,” Nazar declares.
“Why?” I freeze.
“I want to be sure the child is mine.”
“And what if it’s not?”
“Then you’ll have an abortion,” he says in a cold tone.
“I won’t raise some other man’s bastard.”
“And if I refuse?”
“Then I’ll throw you out onto the street without a single coin in your pocket. And the daughter will stay with me.”
“You won’t dare.”
“I will,” he smirks harshly. “You want to be near your daughter? Then you’ll do as I say.”