I never told my in-laws that I am Chief Justice’s daughter. When I was 7 months preg/nant, 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 shoved me so violently that I began to miscarry. I reached for my phone to call the police, but my husband snatched it away and sneered, “I’m a lawyer. You won’t win.”

I looked straight into his eyes and said calmly, “Then call my father.” He laughed as he dialed—completely unaware his legal career was about to end.

Chapter 1: The Servant’s Christmas