“Sweetheart, you’ve told your idiot your story about our relationship, haven’t you?” The vulgar girl who barged into our apartment addresses my husband.
“No,” he answers without emotion—and takes the bag out of her hands.
Why doesn’t he throw out the criminal who entered our home?
“Seva, this insolent girl climbed into our home and doesn’t want to leave!” I shout.
“It’s no longer your home. It’s ours—with my beloved,” my husband says and pulls the scoundrel close.
“Yes, yes—this house is mine now. Do I really have to leave my house?” she laughs and covers Всеволод’s lips with a kiss.
My heart is pierced with sharp pain. I expect him to break the kiss any second and shove her aside—but no… He answers her!
I wanted to surprise my husband and confess that I’m pregnant, but he beat me to it… Into our marital bed the traitor brought his pregnant mistress, and he threw me out into the street. Four years later, we meet again. My daughter has been kidnapped, and only he—the scoundrel who crushed my faith in love—can save her.