(Not) My Baby's Father

A trip to a conference turned into a fall into a terrible abyss for me. And meeting an unbelievable stranger by the shores of the Black Sea was nothing more than a chance encounter for one night. But even worse was realizing that the stranger—boldly pretending to be a broke bartender working on the hotel grounds—turned out to be my boss-millionaire.

A month later, a pregnancy test showed two lines. The boss refused to acknowledge the child. He wickedly laughed in my face, claiming I was simply a brazen fraudster craving easy money, and that before our affair he had been married three times and had no children. According to the doctors’ conclusions—infertile…