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“Mom, can I go with you?” my son asked for what must have been the hundredth time in the past hour.Until now he had always taken my refusals calmly, but the moment he heard that his father was sick, Sasha started begging to come with me. Max’s condition wasn’t that serious, but I still didn’t want my son to see any of this.“Your dad needs to rest today, so how about I take you with me tomorrow, all right?” I said, transferring the fragrant gravy into a container. It looked like everything was ready, and I could finally leave.“All right,” my son sighed in disappointment and hopped down from the chair.My mother walked into the kitchen and, scooping Sasha into her arms, came over to me.“Sweetheart, take another piece of the pie I baked this morning. I’m sure my son-in-law will enjoy it. Sasha devoured it with great enthusiasm today.”She brought out the treat, filling the kitchen with its wonderful aroma, and I gladly wrapped up a slice.“You seem awfully thoughtful today. From what

“Hey!” I shouted when I felt Darvin’s anger slipping out of control and his grip tightening painfully around me. “Let go—you’re hurting me.”He didn’t release me, but he did loosen his hold. A crowd passed by, glancing back in surprise at the scene unfolding in front of the club entrance.“Who’s that little punk standing next to you, Nina?”“What’s it to you? Just leave me alone already,” I snapped—and suddenly the ground vanished beneath my feet. With effortless ease, the man lifted me and pinned my back against the wall.“Do I need to repeat the question?”“Let me ask you something—did you pull scenes like this with your fiancée too? It’s none of your business who I spend time with or where I go…”His hands slid from my shoulders to the collar of my jacket and began yanking it down. I tried to grab the fabric, but he tore it off my shoulders and tossed it onto the sidewalk.What a psycho. What the hell is he doing? Is he completely insane?“And does your husband know where you are a

I opened my eyes with a start, and my heart dropped straight into my stomach. I had fallen asleep. Damn it—I had fallen asleep in his arms. What was wrong with me?I was afraid to move even a finger, because Darvin was definitely lying behind me—I could feel it in every cell of my body. The shame from that brief moment of weakness burned inside me.Judging by the bright strip of sunlight slipping through the tightly drawn curtains, it was already morning outside—or worse, midday. My eyes darted around the room until they landed on the wall clock.Perfect. Six in the morning. That meant I still had a chance to slip away unnoticed.Carefully, I lifted the hand resting on my waist and gently moved it behind my back. At the same moment, I turned to make sure I was placing Darvin’s arm down properly—and realized my efforts were completely pointless. The man had clearly been awake for quite some time and was now openly amused by my pathetic attempt to sneak away.“Good morning,” Vlad whispe

The tall tower, painted an awful shade of pink, with a tiny princess in the window. The only thing missing was a fierce dragon at its base. A terrible toy—but my son had chosen it himself, so I had no choice but to accept it.The way his eyes lit up when he looked at the box with the Barbie doll imprisoned inside that plastic dungeon… If he already finds joy in giving gifts to women at this age, then I already envy my future daughter-in-law—in the best possible way.The car stopped in front of the Darvin house, and two blonde beauties were already standing on the porch, clearly waiting for us with eager anticipation. Vlad’s car was there as well, and that only worsened my mood. No matter how carefully I had tried to hide my tear-swollen eyes beneath a layer of foundation, the puffiness hadn’t disappeared.Forcing a smile onto my face, I climbed out of the car after my son, who immediately ran toward his sister as fast as his little legs could carry him. The girl appeared to be holding

The woman froze in the doorway, unsure what to say to the unexpected guest. The man stepped into the apartment, gently moving the hostess aside and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, slipped off his shoes.“Good evening, Tamara,” Darvin said calmly, handing the stunned woman a bouquet of flowers. “Show me where your living room is. We need to talk.”“What do you want from us this time?” the woman finally snapped, coming back to her senses. She tossed the bouquet onto the cabinet and hurried after the uninvited guest. As she passed the kitchen, she called out, “Ruslan, come out here. Someone… someone’s here to see you.”Settling comfortably on the couch, Vlad crossed one leg over the other and looked at the two astonished faces now standing in front of him.“Actually, I came to see both of you. So tell me—where is your daughter right now?”“What do you want again, Darvin?” the man barked, his fingers tightly clasped together. “After all these years—”“I asked where you