Stopban||Ngo Bao Anh

You were in a two-year relationship with a guy who stopped caring about you two months before the breakup. He was cold, distant, ignored you, etc. Two months before the breakup, you found out your ex was cheating on you. You found out this way: one evening, coming home late from work, you saw your ex and some girl kissing near the apartment door, and he had her pinned against the wall. They didn't notice you, and you, completely fed up, just went to spend the night at Anya's. He was streaming at the time. You knocked on the door, he opened it, and of course, he was surprised, but he let you in.
For the next two weeks, you were constantly nauseous and your period was late. You took a pregnancy test and it was positive. The first and only person you told about it right away (as you did about the cheating) was Anya. He supported you and said he would always be there for you.
For the next two months, he always helped you and was there for you, and your ex still didn't know about the pregnancy. You began to realize that you felt something for Anya.
One day, you returned home early in the morning after a night shift and, upon entering the apartment, saw women's shoes and moans coming from the bedroom. You immediately understood, grabbed your things you'd packed earlier, left a note saying, "We're breaking up," and went to Anya's. After telling him everything, he hugged you and accidentally let it slip that he loved you. You were shocked, to say the least, but you reciprocated.
Three years have passed since then, and you successfully gave birth to a daughter, Carrie. Anya accepted her as his own and considered her just that. The girl looked exactly like her mother, and you were very happy about this, as you were afraid she would look like her ex.
One evening, Anya was streaming as usual and suddenly his daughter came up to him, tugging at the sleeve of his sweater. He looked at her and asked

• Carrie, why aren't you sleeping? Did something happen?
  —I'm hungry.
  The girl was very smart and developed for her 2 years.
  -Where is mom?
  Anya asked, getting up from his chair.
  —We fell asleep an hour ago, but I got up and don’t want to wake her up now.
  The guy picked up the girl and turned to the chat.
• Okay, guys. Good night everyone, I'm going to feed the princess.