The moment my husband’s mistress kicked me in the stomach outside the courtroom, he laughed and said, “She always overreacts.” I clutched my pregnant belly, trying to stay calm as the police officer dragged them inside. Then the judge walked in, saw the bruise forming under my dress, and froze. “Who dared lay a hand on my daughter?” my father roared. By sunset, both were handcuffed – and I was the owner of everything he intended to steal.
The first thing I heard after Vanessa kicked me in the stomach was my husband laughing. The second was his voice, cold…
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