I married a single father, whose daughter I fell in love with like my own, was preparing to give birth to our common baby, but before the birth itself, my husband kicked me out, accusing me of treason, and divorced, claiming that our son was not from him. I reconciled myself and tried to live on, but one day Demid appeared on my doorstep again, claiming that his daughter was terminally ill and, since little Sonya considers me her mother, I should be there until she gets better. Naturally, I agreed, because the separation from Sonya still hurts me, as does the fact that my baby could die. But who knew that it would be so unbearable - to endure Demid's hatred and contempt for himself, and also to observe his personal life, because he is already dating another, although he reproached me for the betrayal that I did not commit.