“What are you doing here?”—“I came to take my daughter!”—“She’s not yours…” — his heart pounds to the point of exhaustion when he cuts me off and, in a steel voice, stamps out loudly every next word: “SHE IS MINE, and YOU are TOO!—” and then calmly adds, “of course, if you want to keep being near my daughter.” At one time, the man I once loved more than life refused me, not knowing that I was pregnant. And today—on the day of my wedding—he came to destroy everything I painstakingly rebuilt after him.