“— I want to know who you did this for!— My voice breaks into a shout. — Who became a donor?” My husband looks at me from under his brows—he always does this when he’s caught red-handed. But until this moment, the scale of the disaster hadn’t been so huge.
— “For Vika,” he finally admits. “For my ex.”
While rummaging through papers in the safe, I accidentally found a contract with a clinic, under which my husband became a donor of biological material. Apparently, this was the way he decided to reconnect himself with the past. And now he’ll have— it… a child from the ex.