About the book: 2023 / - Probability of paternity: 0.0015%..." she read in a whisper. I shook with a small tremor and the papers fell out of my hands. “This is not true...” came out of my lips in a quiet whisper. I looked at my beloved and tears flowed down my cheeks. “Adam... This is your child,” she whispered hoarsely, “You’re the only one I have.” Beloved... - the voice broke. Adam shuddered slightly. He turned around and burned me with such hatred that I staggered, retreating. “Enough lies, Marina.” Tired. Go home. Pack your things. Let’s part on good terms,” he muttered. “Are you leaving us?” I couldn’t believe what he said. “I’m breaking up.” With you.