Coming back from the army, the guy kicked out his unfaithful wife and their illegitimate child. And getting rid of her things, he was dumbfounded by such a find…

He’s not my son! Thanks! People opened my eyes. The woman stared long into the man’s eyes.

Then she started dressing hurriedly. Was it Pete, those people? But then it all makes sense.

She frantically threw diapers and bottles into a bag for the son. She picked up the child in her arms. So John led the barefoot Annie with the child in her arms through the whole town.

He led her at gunpoint, like a vile criminal. She walked with her head held high. Even though the barrel poked her in the back.

And a crowd of onlookers followed them. People tried to reason with the drunk. But where?

At the town outskirts, the man with a twisted face turned and fired at the onlookers’ feet. And pushed his wife with the butt. Get out! If you show up in town again, I’ll kill you!

And he staggered back home. Crossing the threshold, he collapsed on the floor and fell into a dead sleep. Only by lunch did John start coming to.

He drank rarely. So he couldn’t get up on his own. Annie, give me some water! He pleaded pitifully, opening his eyes.

Right then, his gaze hit the shotgun lying nearby. And memory helpfully restored the night’s events. John spent the whole week like in a delirium.

He didn’t drink. But he couldn’t do anything. Heavy longing piled on.

Who knew it would be so miserable without the cheater. And that day, he decided to get rid of his wife’s things. Maybe it would ease up.

He swept various trinkets off the shelf with his hand. Look! And at the bottom lay the son’s medical card. Annie’s son’s.

He wanted to throw it without looking. But caught a strange note. Child premature.

Born at 30-31 weeks. John’s jaw even dropped. How premature! But he was conceived elsewhere! Born on time!

Like a madman, he rushed to his friend Pete. And he hadn’t sobered up for two weeks. Come on, repeat, who did Annie fool around with?

John clenched his fists. Pete smirked crookedly, not taking his heavy gaze off the bottle. But then Pete’s mother arrived.

She threw herself at John. Hung on his arms. Your wife didn’t fool around with anyone.

Just don’t hit him, sonny. He said it out of spite. He tried to court the girl.

While you were in the army. And she hit him with a poker. And Pete laughed mirthlessly.

She was supposed to be mine. I love her more than life. I’d make her happy.

And she saw no one around. Waited for you. Fool!

But John didn’t hear the last words. He flew, not feeling his feet. Need to go urgently to the town.

Where Annie’s aunt lives. Fall at his beloved’s feet. Beg for forgiveness…