Chapter 1

On the fifteenth day after I gave birth, I received a text from an unknown number.

It was a photo.

My husband Martinez and a woman lying in my bed, covered with my wedding quilt.

Below the photo was a line of text: "Your husband says you're loose and ugly after giving birth. He doesn't even want to touch you."

I showed the photo to Martinez. He glanced at it and frowned.

"You went through my phone?"

I froze.

He cheated, and he blamed me for checking his phone.

The nanny stood at the door holding the baby, wanting to say something but holding back.

My mother-in-law Antony leaned back on the sofa, sipping red wine. "Men will be men. It's normal for them to play around outside. Just focus on taking care of the baby and stop being paranoid all the time."

Everyone thought I should just endure it.

I didn't argue or make a scene. I put down my phone and continued eating my postpartum recovery meal.

They didn't know that my phone contained all the evidence from the past year.

They didn't know I'd been waiting for this day for a long time.

They didn't know... my mom was a judge.

The hospital I chose—the attending physician was my mom's best friend, Laura.

Three days after giving birth, I obtained Martinez's paternity test results, along with records of his company's tax evasion.

He thought I was helpless and isolated.

He didn't know that behind me stood an entire legal front line.