“That’s your child, Vlad.”
“Are you sure?”
“Maybe someone else tried.”
“How can you say that?”
“Easy,” he smirked. “I don’t need your bastard.”
“Seriously?”
“Absolutely. When I need an heir, I’ll marry a worthy woman. And this is a mistake—fix it.”
“You monster… I told him I’m expecting a child. His child.”
Vlad didn’t even flinch. Only a cold look and one word: “Mistake.”
It hurt. Not just… not ashamed to admit it—painful, to the point of anger, to the point of a lump in my throat. But I didn’t break.
Quit my job? No.
I’m strong. And I won’t give up.