—Who are your children from? — My younger sister’s husband is pushing me against the wall. - From me?! - No! - I’m lying blatantly. I will never tell him the truth. - They are from someone else! - And where is he? - He glares. - There is not a single man next to you! - This concerns you! - I squeak through clenched teeth. - Go to your pregnant wife! Leave me and my children alone! - If these children are mine, then I will find out about it! And you will regret that you hid them from me! My ex left me. Betrayed! Married my little sister! And he left. I so hoped that forever! But I was wrong... A few years later he returned. He settled in my apartment, became my new boss, and surrounded me from all sides. And requires a DNA test on children. Which I gave birth to from him.