Nine Months on Contract

“Are you carrying a child for that bastard who left you pregnant seven years ago?!”

“— He didn’t know I was pregnant, and I didn’t know the customer would be that very Timur,” I answer my friend. “It doesn’t count.”

“— Then tell him! He dreams of an heir—and he already has a ready-made child living for six years!”

“— No, Di. It was a random affair, he didn’t even remember me. Besides, he needs an heir, and I gave birth to a daughter.”

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My husband offered us both a choice—freedom and communication with other people: women… and men. He was sure it would make our relationship brighter. But what is that supposed to be? A legalized betrayal, or shock therapy for long-married spouses? I had to figure it all out…