“I don’t want to raise someone else’s child! Get out of my house!” my husband shouts in anger, showing the results of a DNA test. “How can you say that? I was with you only…” I say through tears, choking on pain and helplessness. “Don’t you understand? Face the truth: there’s no chance I’m the father!” “This can’t be true… He was the only man in my life.” “It’s a mistake, I’m not involved! The laboratory is at fault…” “Get out, you traitor! You and the child are not to be in my house anymore!” Five years of marriage, three years of fighting infertility and IVF. The pregnancy we waited for, and the son my husband immediately rejected. He accused me of cheating and kicked me out with a newborn. Five years later I met a man who turned out to be the biological father of my son. He is a person who is dangerous even in his thoughts—not to mention love. He’s a criminal boss and the real father of my child. But how is that possible, if we’d never met before?