I never told my in-laws that I am the daughter of the President of the Supreme Court. When I was seven months pregnant, they forced me to cook the entire Christmas dinner alone.
My mother-in-law even made me eat standing in the kitchen, claiming it was “good for the baby.” When I tried to sit down, she pushed me so violently that I began to miscarry.
I reached for my phone to call the police, but my husband snatched it away and mocked me: “I’m a lawyer. You won’t win.” I looked him straight in the eyes and said calmly: “Then call my father.”
He laughed as he dialed—completely unaware that his legal career was about to end.
Chapter 1: The Servant’s Christmas
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