My Story, My Proof

My Story, My Proof

Traveling Star

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The sterile white hallway of the hospital echoed with the sickening crack of bone. It was my bone, shattered by Daniel Hayes, the man who once swore to cherish me. He'd just slammed my hand against the wall, shielding my ex-best friend, Chloe Davis, who feigned tears behind him. Chloe, the architect of my ruin, had twisted Daniel's amnesia, painting me as a gold-digger and our son, Ethan, as a child of questionable paternity. Daniel, stripped of memory, looked at me with cold fury, then at our infant son with contempt. "Get out," he spat, threatening security. My son, innocent in his bassinet, was disowned. The man who wept with joy at our ultrasound now called his own son a bastard, even shoving Ethan's high chair over, causing a severe injury. His cruelty knew no bounds; I sold our last symbol of love, my engagement ring, for Ethan's surgery, only for Daniel to steal our son at gunpoint. My pleas fell on deaf ears; the police sided with the powerful CEO, and a fabricated court order made me an unfit mother. How could he forget everything? How could he believe such monstrous lies? The man I loved was gone, replaced by a ruthless stranger determined to erase me. But a mother's rage is a force no amnesia can quell. With nothing left to lose, I swore to take back my son, even if it meant tearing down the empire he'd built on our shattered past.

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The sterile white hallway of the hospital echoed with the sickening crack of bone.

It was my bone, shattered by Daniel Hayes, the man who once swore to cherish me.

He'd just slammed my hand against the wall, shielding my ex-best friend, Chloe Davis, who feigned tears behind him.

Chloe, the architect of my ruin, had twisted Daniel's amnesia, painting me as a gold-digger and our son, Ethan, as a child of questionable paternity.

Daniel, stripped of memory, looked at me with cold fury, then at our infant son with contempt.

"Get out," he spat, threatening security.

My son, innocent in his bassinet, was disowned.

The man who wept with joy at our ultrasound now called his own son a bastard, even shoving Ethan's high chair over, causing a severe injury.

His cruelty knew no bounds; I sold our last symbol of love, my engagement ring, for Ethan's surgery, only for Daniel to steal our son at gunpoint.

My pleas fell on deaf ears; the police sided with the powerful CEO, and a fabricated court order made me an unfit mother.

How could he forget everything?

How could he believe such monstrous lies?

The man I loved was gone, replaced by a ruthless stranger determined to erase me.

But a mother's rage is a force no amnesia can quell.

With nothing left to lose, I swore to take back my son, even if it meant tearing down the empire he'd built on our shattered past.

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