At my twins’ funeral, with their tiny coffins before me, my husband arrived beside his mistress and hissed, “God took them because He knew what kind of mother you were.”
Their lawyers tried to stop them, but fear stripped away every bit of control. They shouted over one another, revealing the payout schedule, the forged signature, and the planned second accident meant for me.
— Order! Order in the court! — the judge slammed his gavel. — Bailiffs, physically restrain the defendants!
