Bad Omen

The night Michael thought was a petty misunderstanding bears fruit of its own. I’m pregnant, and, deciding to hide it, I disappear from all radars. But you can’t fool fate. Three years later, I’m forced to turn to him for help. He answered. Now he and I live under the same roof. I cook him dinners, wash his shirts stained with someone else’s lipstick, and I stay silent when he calls me by another name.

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#complicated_relationships; #HE

The story of Nik and Milla.