“My daughter recently married successfully,” his words hit me straight under the ribs.
“I didn’t know…”
“My grandson now has a wonderful father.” He shows photos of how Aurora—dressed in a beautiful white gown—boldly hugs and kisses… not me!
“That’s also my son!” I clench my teeth.
“Think of yourself as just a donor. He turned three. And he calls Yegor ‘dad’… Forget it and accept it.”
“No!” He breaks me. *** Aurora is my damn obsession. My punishment. The little brat who robbed me of sleep and oxygen. With her I gained a lot, but I lost much more…