“Do you have children, Katya?” Vlad says in astonishment. “And even the same ones.”
“They’re twins, of course they’re the same,” I answer coldly.
“Sorry, but we’re done here—say hello to your wife and child.”
I try to turn the stroller around, but they won’t let me.
“And there’s no wife anymore. I got divorced. And, as it turns out, there was no pregnancy.”
“Instead—my pregnancy. But then, four years ago, Vlad erased me from his life the moment he found out his wife was pregnant—because there was no longer any need to ‘make a child on the side,’ without first telling me in advance that I was only his mistress, a backup option for continuing the bloodline.”