I can’t believe you showed up just when I finally resolved to forget you! Three years ago, Angolos Constantine, you cruelly accused me of getting pregnant by another man. Even though I was surrounded by slander and abuse for not being of your social class, you are the only man I ever loved. This time, as luck would have it, our son, Nicky, ran up to you. You froze when you saw that he is the spitting image of you. Yes, this child is unmistakably your son. Why didn’t you believe me back then? And what is your purpose for coming to see me now?