— “You gave birth to Alice not from Artem.” My friend’s eyes widen from shock.
— “He isn’t her real father?”
— “I never said that,” I hold her gaze.
— “She’s a copy of Vorontsov! How did I not notice earlier?”
— “Because he wasn’t in the city. I don’t know why he came back,” I spit out with anger.
— “Will you tell him about your daughter?” Olesya tries.
— “In the birth certificate, in the ‘father’ line, there’s a dash. She is my daughter. She was, is, and remains mine. I won’t let Vorontsov get close to my child. Especially since he already has a family. I don’t think his wife would be happy about her husband’s illegitimate child. So no—he shouldn’t find out about her.”