“I hate you!” I hiss, looking at my husband. “You just crushed me. You betrayed me! What else do you want?”
“—You. I need you, baby,” the man I once loved without reservation says abruptly. “I need a child. Father set a condition—he wants a grandchild.”
“—Then go to your lover for that, and I’ll file for divorce!”
“—You’ll give birth to this child. That’s the condition.”
“—And what if I don’t?”
“—Then you’ll lose everything you care about.” His cold smile is frightening. But I’m not planning to give up.