—Is this my child?—I don’t understand what you mean, Dmitry Nazarovich. “This is my child,” I say with emphasis on the word “mine.” “The fact that we are with you once... well, you understand... this does not make you a father.” “What?” — he growls and advances on me. - Once? Do you want to repeat it? I involuntarily turn pale: “Actually, I have a husband.” “You didn’t remember anything about him in Cyprus!” - He grabs my hand and pulls me along. - Now you will live with me. And one more thing... He turns around, pushes me against the wall and presses a kiss to my mouth. And a minute later, when we are both running out of air, she whispers into my lips: “It seems you filed for divorce!” I caught my husband with someone else and decided to take revenge on him. But who knew that that night would have consequences, and that the random lover would turn out to be my boss?