“For hiding a child from me, you’ll be punished,” my ex-husband says, squeezing my hand so painfully I can barely breathe.
“Stop it, Matvey. Yes, I made a mistake. But you’ll be able to see your son,” I swallow the pain, only dreaming of the moment when I’ll be able to escape from him.
“Of course I can—because he’ll live with me and my new wife,” he says, leaning closer and delivering his sentence.
“What?”
Coldly and viciously, he smirks.
“But if you want, you can live with us. As a nanny—for your son. That’s the only chance to stay close to him.”