My narcissistic mother shoved my pregnant wife in a courthouse and laughed—but she had no idea the ruthless attorney behind me was about to change everything.
My wife, Claire, was thirty-two weeks pregnant. We had spent the previous four years draining our savings, our emotions, and our spirits through IVF treatments. Three miscarriages. Three times I had held my wife on the bathroom floor while she sobbed until her voice gave out.
