The Death Certificate He Forged the Day I Gave Birth

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Chapter 1 I carried their baby for nine months, and on the day I gave birth, my husband and his mistress stole my daughter, forged my death certificate, and buried an empty coffin with my name on it. The labor was thirty-six hours. I screamed until my voice broke, until the fluorescent lights above me blurred into white fire. Dr. Serena Voss—my husband Roman's lover, the woman who'd been sleeping in my bed while I was confined to a "high-risk pregnancy ward"—stood between my legs, her gloved hands catching my daughter as she entered the world. My daughter cried. One perfect, shattering wail. I reached for her. "Give her to me. Please, give me my baby." Serena held the infant against her chest, turning away from me. She looked at Roman, who stood by the door in a tailored charcoal suit, his arms crossed, watching me like I was a lab specimen completing its final function. "Roman," I begge

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