My mother-in-law dragged me to court, accusing me of pretending to be pregnant to snatch the inheritance. Then, right there in the courtroom, she lunged forward and kicked my stomach. “See? It’s all fake!” Gasps erupted. What she didn’t realize… the man behind the judge’s bench was my father. And in that instant, her case didn’t just fall apart. Her life did haj.

“Show them the stuffing!” she shrieked.

I let out a strangled cry, the world tilting as a white-hot flare of agony exploded in my gut. I collapsed off my chair, my hands clenching my stomach as I hit the hardwood floor. The courtroom erupted. People were standing, screaming, and the frantic clicking of cameras sounded like a hail of bullets.

Cliffhanger:
Through the red haze of pain, I saw the Judge stand up. But it wasn’t just any judge. It was Judge Alexander Thorne, the most feared man in the state’s legal system. The gavel he swung didn’t just strike the wood; it sounded like a thunderclap that shook the very foundation of the building. His voice wasn’t a call for order—it was a low, vibrating growl that made the air turn cold: “Bailiffs, lock the doors. Nobody leaves. Now.”

Chapter 3: The Judge’s Fury
I lay on the floor, the cold wood pressing against my cheek. I could hear the frantic heartbeat of my child in my ears—or was it my own? Medics were rushing forward, their boots thumping against the floorboards, but they were stopped by a hand that carried the weight of the law.