“Макар, як ти міг! Ти мене зрадив! Зрадив!” I whisper, swallowing tears. “I didn’t cheat! I don’t understand how this is possible. I don’t know why Golubeva’s daughter looks like me,” the betrayer says, confused, trying to justify himself. I choke on his lies. How can he say such things? After all, our five-year-old Vikusya is sitting in the kitchen—she’s a copy of our Masha. Blond little pigtails—like antennas—blue eyes, a button nose, and cute bow-shaped lips. “Khanin, we’re done. We’re divorcing!..” I let out in a broken voice. Five years later I learn the truth. Now it’s clear why he ignored our daughter. Masha was extra, unnecessary. Just like me. Ahead: divorce, returning to service, and a new life. Now I’m a single mother?