“Yasya…” The vibrations of a man’s voice from the past knock the ground out from under me. I turn around. In front of me is Mikhail Bessonov— the man who left me alone, pregnant. The man who taught me how to cry without tears. Six years later I’m no longer Yasya Snegirek— but Lady Yaroslava Golitsyna. My husband is a former military man, a businessman. We have two wonderful little boys—five years old—twins, Dania and Ilyukha. Bessonov’s clearly not happy with our family happiness. He destroys it again. Why? Does he love me? Is he jealous? Or did he realize my sons are his heirs? After all, they have his eyes, his gait, his temperament…