“I love you. I’ll accept your child as my own, sweetheart. He doesn’t love you—he does everything out of spite for me! You’re not needed. Only the child! You’re still my wife! I’ll sue for an illegal termination of the marriage!”—“What wife are you talking about? After everything that happened. You need only the child too! So have one for yourself! Leave me alone!”—“You. Will. Go. With. Me! Or they’ll have to remove me by force! And this war—if any of these idiots touches me, it’ll be war! Razgoyev will be locked up, and I’ll acknowledge your son. Any DNA test will show me as his father.” — he hissed viciously, ignoring the guys standing silently between us. “I’ll take you anyway!”—“That’s it?” His rage made my hands shake. It wouldn’t cost him anything to kidnap me, keep me locked up, and then take the child away, handing him over as his own. Blood ties will play a cruel joke: the test really could prove he’s the father. And there will be no one to prove that he’s not.