On the day of our anniversary with my husband, his pregnant lover appeared on our apartment doorstep. I filed for divorce and tried to rebuild the life that had been shattered by betrayal—until, one day, Roman showed up again.
With our son in his arms and a completely insane proposal...
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— Want to hold him?
Romy came over with the child in his arms.
— I don’t want to, — I snapped, staring at my ex-husband.
— I have an offer for you, Ler.
— I won’t come back to you! Find someone else to play the role of the mother of your son!
— I’m not asking you to be the mother of my son, — he said unexpectedly sharply. — And I’m not asking you to come back either. I need a nanny.
— What?! — I smirked. — A nanny?! You want me to be a nanny for your kid?!
— Yes.