Once, Maksim swore to love me, but one day, accusing me of cheating, he threw a photo in my face and left… I stayed silent, not daring to say that I’m carrying his daughter. Pride didn’t let me humiliate myself and prove that the photo was a fake. His mother arranged everything—she decided I was a bad match for her son. And when I saw him at an event with a new girl, I took it as betrayal too…
But suddenly I fell ill, and our daughter remained in the care of the neighbor. And now I don’t know what will become of her…
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— This is your daughter. — The girl was pushed forward. — Proof is in her hands. She’ll either go to an orphanage or to her father!
The woman hurriedly set the bag at my feet and ran away.
— Girl, who are you? — I crouched down and looked into eyes so familiar.
— Anna Maksimovna Zaitseva! — the girl looked at me seriously.
— And your mother is called Veronika? — Examining her little copy of herself, I understood that everything that’s happening right now is no joke.
— Yes!