“Alice, I’m asking for the last time,” she sparkles with dark, evil eyes. - Vasilisa is my daughter? M? “She’s not yours,” I whisper with just my lips. “So, you will now get into my car, and we will open this envelope,” the ex waves some piece of paper right in front of my nose. — I took a paternity test. Five years ago, Dima Streltsov proposed to me, and a week later I found him with another woman in our bed. I was able to resurrect, find happiness with someone else, but Dima returned, laying claim to my daughter and destroying everything that I had built during five years of separation.