“You see,” the doctor points to a small dot on the screen, “this is your future baby.” And this... - presses buttons on the ultrasound machine, and the office is filled with a steady heartbeat. Still a very tiny person growing inside me. Tears well up in my eyes. Simultaneously from happiness and heartbreaking melancholy. This little one is my hope for salvation. My happiness. My soul. And, as usual, the hand itself reaches for the phone to dial the coveted number. To share with HIM the most important event in my life. But I immediately pull myself together. No more. You don't have that right, Emma. Now the other one will send him messages and shout good news into the phone. Wife. Which suits him much better than you. Therefore, HE will never know that he will become the father of my baby...