The Ex

“When were you planning to tell me about the birth of your daughter?”

“She isn’t yours and has nothing to do with you, Gleb Danilovich.”

“Are you sure?”

A hard look.

“Yes,” I answer, lifting my head with pride, even though inside everything is tearing apart.

“My daughter has a father—and it isn’t you.”

“I don’t know what game you’re playing, Ksenia, but I’ll get to the truth. I’ll find out why you came to my house. And then I’ll take from you what’s most precious to me.”

Recently, I was an intern at Zverev’s company. I fell in love, and the man used me, then dumped me. I hid my pregnancy and gave birth to a daughter he doesn’t even know about.

Now, because of desperation, debts, and poverty, I have to work in his house and be a nanny for his lawful child.