—You’re pregnant.—My pregnancy doesn’t concern you! - I whisper, barely able to stand on my feet from crushing horror, covering my stomach with my hands. - Oh, no, sweetie! — comes close, removes my hands, looks carefully at what I am trying in vain to hide. There is ice in the eyes, a stern mask frozen on the face. The man can barely control his anger. “You’re pregnant from me.” You don't even have to try to cheat! - he mutters through clenched teeth. He understood everything. He knows. There are so many emotions, I forget to breathe. I take a step back, I want to run away, but he holds my hands tightly. He doesn’t allow me to leave. “And I need an heir.” - His eyes sparkle with evil, there is panic inside. - And you will give birth to me! And then I'll pick it up!