“How old is he?”
“You know.”
“Tell me exactly— to the day.” Dima turned and pressed me with his gaze.
“Two years, three months, and five days. Satisfied?”
“You knew you were pregnant when we last saw each other?”
“No,” I answered in a rush. Too rush—
“Don’t you dare lie to me!” He slammed on the steering wheel. I flinched, but I didn’t look away: he can’t accuse me of anything!
“What do you want from me?!” I snapped, angry. “Three years have passed. I have my own life!”
“This is also my son,” he reminded me without compromise.
“Well, why does he need you? You’re married! You also had a child!” I demanded. “Raise him, and stay out of my business!”
I grabbed the door handle, trying to get out of the car, but Dima didn’t let me.
“This is my son and you’re also mine.”
“I will never, hear me, never be your mistress again!” I threw at his hard face.
“You will be mine. I said so.”
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From the author: Ambiguous, emotional, sometimes harsh. A complicated story about people and love. Do the characters fully match the title of the cycle “Not-ideal”?