Once, Kirill cynically cheated on me with another woman right in front of my eyes. And six years later he showed up at our agency with his fiancée—choosing me as the coordinator for his wedding. I crossed him out of my life a long time ago. And it doesn’t matter that my chest still aches. The main thing is that he doesn’t find out that I have a daughter from him. Especially after it turned out that his chosen one is pregnant.