“I haven’t left her my entire estate.”
“Not yet,” my son, Mikhail, said coldly. “But your lawyer has already prepared the documents.”
There was more anger than concern in his voice.
Only six months earlier, my children had called me every Sunday. They brought me flowers for my birthday, took pictures with me, and told everyone how much they loved their mother.
But everything changed when they learned I was pregnant.
Silvia said I was bringing shame upon the family. Mikhail insisted that I end the pregnancy immediately.
When I refused, they accused my doctor of manipulating me. Then they began questioning me about whether I had signed any documents with a lawyer.
That was when I realized their real fear had nothing to do with my health.
They were afraid that the new baby might become one of my legal heirs.
But I said none of this in court.
