The cemetery was the last place Olesya wanted to be, but she owed Andrey this much. Pregnant, penniless, and utterly alone, she had nothing left but the child growing inside her—the last piece of the man she loved.
When the rain forced her into the crypt, she never expected to find a phone. And she certainly never expected the call that would change everything. The man on the line spoke casually about having worked there the day before, but Andrey had been dead for months. The realization hit her like a physical blow.
Dima found her passed out on the cold stone floor. When she woke, his mother, Nina, was waiting with tears in her eyes—not of judgment, but of recognition. They knew about her. They wanted her. And most shockingly, they refused to let her face the future alone.
Today, as Olesya smoothed the fabric of her wedding dress—this time to Dima, the brother who had become her rock—she smiled at the bittersweet twist of fate. Sometimes, love finds us in the darkest places, and family isn’t always the one we’re born into, but the one that refuses to let us go.
