Although I was suffering from labor pains, my mother-in-law and my husband’s entire family closed the door and went on a trip… when they returned the next day and didn’t find me, they were distraught to see a sign that said: “house sold”.

He signaled to two other men, who grabbed their suitcases and tossed them onto the sidewalk, where several burst open and spilled expensive silk robes into the dirt. Neighbors began peeking out of their windows, whispering and laughing at the “aristocrats” who were now standing in the gutter.

They ended up spending the night on a park bench, arguing and blaming each other for the catastrophe. “This is your fault, Mother,” Dominic screamed. “You pushed her too far and now we have nothing.”

The next day, they stormed the hospital and found my room, but two bodyguards blocked the entrance to the VIP wing. I eventually agreed to see them, rolling out in a wheelchair with Leo in my arms and Bridget by my side.

“How could you do this, Valerie?” Dominic sobbed, falling to his knees. “I am your husband and this is your son.”

“You ceased to be my husband the moment you locked that door,” I replied, my voice as sharp as a diamond. Bridget handed him the divorce papers along with a criminal summons for child endangerment and failure to provide assistance.

“The game is over, Dominic,” I said, signaling the guards to escort them out. “I never want to see any of you again.”