We always lived with our husband in harmony. Never quarreled. I tried to be a decent woman and a housewife. We got married when they were still at the university. Then I became pregnant, and we had a twin-girl. When the children grew up, we started our own small business. I partially helped my husband, as I had to look after the children and the hostess in the house.

Most of all I liked to cook. The man always waited for the weekend to please him with something delicious. I tried to come up with a new dish every time, and my husband was the main taster. The children were always wondering what the mother would prepare this time. For all the hassle, children, economy, work, I never paid attention to what my husband is doing. She could never think that this person could betray me.

The fact is that the last year was very difficult for us. The business did not go well, and my husband and I saved him as we could. The man even had to travel to other areas and enter into new sales contracts. The children went to the first grade, so I was with them. Once returning home from work, we were waiting for a surprise in the form of an unfamiliar beautiful woman. We came out of the car as this stranger came to me and just threw in the hands: “Don’t look at me!

I don’t need this baby if he doesn’t want to be with me. Take away! “She just shouted, as if hung, poking her finger with my husband. I stood as diged, not understanding what was happening. You promised that you would throw her and would be with me! If not, I don’t need this baby! ” – The woman spat directly under my feet, turned on heels and went away. My shock lasted for a few minutes until I realized that I was holding a baby with my hands.

I did not ask a man anything, I realized in the eyes of who this woman was, and what a man just wanted to collapse through the ground. We rose silently in the apartment. The boy lay in the transfer, he was two weeks from the strength. “You will take the children from school and buy everything I will write to you for the baby!” – The man nodded silently. Eighteen years have passed since then. Many of the acquaintances condemned me, treated with misunderstanding, why I left another baby, because I already have two daughters.

But I was not one of those who have my children only by blood: there are no other children. I didn’t ask the man about that woman. I raised the baby as my son. The girls were glad that they now had a younger brother. We did not hide the truth when we grew up the whole situation. As a surprise, he perceived everything calmly, did not even ask about his real mother. And I was happy. I had three wonderful children who loved us.

With our husband, our relationship has worsened from that moment, but he tries to correct everything as he can. On the birthday of the son, for the age of majority, we decided to sit in a family. Just a warm family holiday. The daughters had to come, they are now married, have men and live separately. We just wanted to sit at the table as we called the door. We were no longer waiting for the guests, so it was alarmed.

Something as if worried about me all day, and I didn’t go wrong. When I went into the corridor, I saw a tired woman who resembled the madam who handed me my son right in my hands. “I want to talk to my son!” Said this Madame. “You don’t have a son here!” – we answered my son. The son closed the door to this woman and invited everyone to the table. And I just had tears rolling from my eyes. I was happy that I had such a beautiful son, though not native.