“Why do you need me?” I whisper, stepping back and clutching my stomach in a protective gesture. The last word is hard for me to say. “You— you took me for an… abortion back then.” “Because you are my wife, Aurora.” Those words sound like a death sentence. “I want a divorce. You promised. You said you’d let me go when…” I close my eyes, because even out loud I can’t find the strength to say that the father is gone. Artёm comes closer, lifts my face by the chin and growls into my lips: “There will be no divorce, Aurora. Everything has changed. I need this child.” Half a year ago I managed to escape my husband and keep the baby. But Artem has appeared in our lives again—and he isn’t going to give up on the baby…