I never told my mother-in-law that I was a judge. To her, I was just a jobless freeloader living off her son. Just hours after my C-section, she barged into my recovery room waving adoption papers, sneering, “A VIP room? Someone like you doesn’t deserve this.” She demanded I hand over one of my newborn twins to my infertile sister-in-law. “You can’t handle two anyway.” When I refused, she slapped me while I was still bedridden and tried to rip my baby from my arms. That was the moment I stopped enduring. I pressed the panic button. As security stormed in, I calmly pointed to the camera in the corner.
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