Betrayal. Liar, He Is (Not) Your Son!

“And when do we have a wedding with the general?” a strange female voice blasts into my ears. “Dima said we’ll get registered the next day after he sorts out the divorce and moves on to being single.” Divorce isn’t simple. Shared business, a shared apartment, and a whole bunch of shared things. For months now, Dima has been working to strip his negligent wife as much as possible—falsetto, and then the husband’s secretary’s snickering screeches right into my ears.

It would be nothing—if the general director weren’t my husband. And that simpleton who will soon be thrown out onto the street—judging by everything, that’s me…
I thought the scoundrel’s words were a lie. But later I caught my husband in his office with the bare secretary…

The bastard decided to take my apartment, my business, and everything we built together over the years of marriage. I left—but I hid my pregnancy from the bastard. Yet on the eve of giving birth he found me and wants to take not only the business and the home, but also the child…