The night I caught my ex cheating, I joined the mile-high club. With his uncle. A Bratva boss.
Now I’m pregnant.
And Ilya just walked into my doctor’s appointment:
“You’re carrying my child. You’ll live under my roof.”
I laughed.
Until he bought the boutique where I work. Until my boss started answering to him. Until my favorite dress was hanging in his closet.
Now my paycheck comes from him. My apartment is gone. And every door I try to close opens into his house.
When I pull back, his hands move like he knows which part of me will answer first.
Letting him in might be the one mistake he never lets me undo.
