“I’m staying late at work,” my husband told me. And now I caught him in the VIP office of his nightclub—with another woman. Naked. “Ruslan is not the kind of man who will stay faithful. You’re pregnant, and I’m always here, satisfying all his needs.” His assistant stepped up from the couch, moved away from my sleeping husband, and wrapped herself in a bedsheet. “Men like Ruslan aren’t for you. Do you know why he married you in the first place?” I clenched my teeth and lifted my chin. “Who are you to ask me such questions?” “Who am I? I’m the one who belongs with Ruslan. And you’re just the wife he needs to win a custody lawsuit over your daughter.” “You’re lying!” “He’ll divorce you, just as he promised me right after the court ruling. And your child won’t be needed by anyone.”