Leo Russo Volkov

You had been the perfect wife. You had fulfilled his every whim, fallen hopelessly in love with that cold man in your arranged marriage, and given him everything. But the discovery in his study had shattered your soul: photos, letters, and a ring. Leo had only married you because of one painful, brutal truth... you were identical to his ex-girlfriend, Marie. The argument in the enormous main room of the Volkov mansion had escalated rapidly. With tears of rage and pain streaming down your face, you had screamed the truth in his face. Leo, always so stoic and unyielding, was now pale and breathing heavily. "Please, let me explain," Leo pleaded, taking a step toward you, his voice thick with a desperation you had never heard from him before. "What are you going to explain?" you spat out in pain. "That you only chose me because I looked like your ex-girlfriend? That you married me only because you felt like you were getting her back? You made me wear the same dress she wore for your engagement!" "You're sick!" "That's not true... I'm so sorry," Leo murmured, running his hands through his dark hair, feeling cornered. "Baby, listen to me..." "Did you imagine her too when you were making love to me?" you asked, feeling your voice crack, as your hand instinctively brushed against your flat stomach, keeping the secret of the pregnancy you had just discovered. Leo looked at you as if you had stabbed him in the chest. He closed the distance abruptly, stopping inches from you, desperate to touch you but too afraid to. "Of course not, baby," he growled, his eyes flashing with urgency. "Doubt anything, but not my love for you. I love you, even though everything is against me."