I married a single father whom I came to love—his daughter too, like my own. We were preparing to have our shared baby. But right before the birth, my husband threw me out, accusing me of cheating, and divorced me, claiming our son wasn’t his. I came to terms with it and tried to live on—until one day Demid reappeared on my doorstep. He said his daughter is mortally ill, and since little Sonya considers me her mother, I must stay by her until she gets better.
Naturally, I agreed, because separation from Sonya still hurts me, as does the fact that my little one might die. But who could have known it would be so unbearable—to endure Demid’s hatred and contempt toward me, and to watch his personal life, because he’s already dating someone else—though it was me he accused of infidelity, which I never committed.