— I’m listening.
— I’m looking for Roman Mikhailovich Sevastyánov.
— He’s not at home, he’s at work, — the guy peered through my shoulder into the house, as if he didn’t believe me. — Should I give him something?
— No. I’ll wait for him.
— And who are you, boy? — I stepped closer and crossed my arms over my chest, trying to use willpower to lower the eyebrows that had already lifted up.
— I’m his son.
— What? — and still I couldn’t lower my eyebrows; they were already reaching the hairline. — What other son? My husband has no one else besides our children.
— There is. I.
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After many years of marriage, I learned that my husband has a teenage son. He cheated on me when we were already together, and he easily forgot about it. And how am I supposed to live with that now? What do you do when that very newly found son wants to wreck our family in every way possible—and my husband and his parents have accepted the boy as their own?