“Please, save me,” I beg the only person who can help. He thinks I betrayed him by marrying someone else, but I had no choice. I saved him. And yourself. “You made your choice,” he says harshly, looking at me without blinking. - Did you want to destroy me? Congratulations! It didn’t work out,” he grins angrily, tears begin to flow from my eyes. “Vlad, I…” I’m trying to cope with my feelings. “Don’t,” he turns away, wanting to leave. “I’m pregnant from you,” I whisper in the back, not hoping to be heard. But he hears. A sharp turn, a jerk, and my back is pressed against the cold wall. “Repeat what you said,” she demands, barely restraining her rage. — And don’t you dare deceive me, dear! my new product is TWO SONS FOR AN OLIGARCH