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Chapter 1: The Inhumane Lawsuit<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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The courtroom smelled of floor wax, stale coffee, and the suffocating scent of old fear. It was a smell I had never associated with my husband,\u00a0<\/span>Liam<\/span><\/strong>, but now, three weeks after his funeral, it was the only thing I could smell. It clung to the back of my throat, bitter and unyielding, much like the woman sitting across the aisle from me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour Honor,\u201d\u00a0<\/span>Victoria Sterling<\/span><\/strong>\u2018s lawyer boomed, his voice echoing off the high mahogany walls of the superior court. He was a man named\u00a0<\/span>Mr. Thorne<\/span><\/strong>, wearing a suit that shimmered under the fluorescent lights, costing more than my entire college education. \u201cMy client has irrefutable evidence that Ms. Sophie represents a fraud of the highest order. We assert that she is, in fact, infertile. That belly she is parading around is nothing more than a prosthetic\u2014a \u2018Moonbump\u2019\u2014designed to elicit sympathy and steal the Sterling family fortune.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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A murmur rippled through the gallery. The sound was like the buzzing of flies around a carcass. I sat at the defendant\u2019s table, my hands instinctively covering my stomach. I was twenty-four weeks pregnant. My back ached with a dull, throbbing rhythm, my ankles were swollen over the straps of my sensible shoes, and grief was a heavy stone sitting permanently in my chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

Liam<\/span><\/strong>\u00a0was gone. A drunk driver. A rainy Tuesday. A phone call that shattered my universe. And instead of mourning him, instead of curling up in his hoodies and smelling his scent one last time, I was here. I was fighting his mother for the right to exist.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Chapter 1: The Inhumane Lawsuit The courtroom smelled of floor wax, stale coffee, and the suffocating scent of old fear. It was a smell I had never associated with my husband,\u00a0Liam, but now, three weeks after his funeral, it was the only thing I could smell. It clung to the back of my throat, bitter…<\/p>\n

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