Yaroslava's POV
The flames blazed in the fireplace, and I sat across from it, wrapped in a checkered blanket. The fire burned so bright and hot, but it couldn't warm me. A chill crept into my soul, chaining every cell in my body, every thought that flashed through my mind.
«I told you to get out!!! I've had enough of your love game! Just go away, Yara…»
Well, that's it, Yaroslava. You wanted to know how much pain his love would cost you? Now you know. Know very well. I know so well that I can drown in this pain.
«And the baby… You won't give it to me? You have no right, Yara. If I want you to
