After the divorce, I kept his baby a secret. On the day I gave birth, the doctor lowered his mask, and I couldn’t breathe. It was my ex-husband. He smiled coldly and whispered, “I knew about the pregnancy all along, and now that the baby is here, you will never see him again because…”

in the East Wing of Bayview. She told me you had barred me from the room. She intercepted the nurses. She showed me a forged consent form with your signature, claiming you wanted me barred from the floor.”

The room began to spin. The coup d’état was not mine. It had been Patricia’s all along. And the real battle was only just beginning.

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