“I was in premature labor with twins when my husband's mistress bypassed our penthouse security during a blizzard. Instead of calling for help, she tossed a document at me, proving my husband had just signed away my entire trust fund. Then, she played an audio recording of my mother's oncologist confessing that her death wasn't an illness, but a paid assassination orchestrated by this very woman. "Only one of us gets to be the lady of the estate." I collapsed in a pool of my own blood, begging her to save my babies, but she just watched the snow and timed how long it would take for me to bleed out. After my heart stopped on the operating table, she bribed the surgeon to falsify the medical records, declaring me and one of my newborn sons dead. She stole my healthy baby boy right out of the incubator to secure her status in high society. I survived that freezing night, losing my family and my identity, wondering how the man who claimed to love me could let a monster destroy my life and steal my child. Five years later, I stepped out of the airport with my surviving son, no longer the vulnerable girl they left for dead. I hacked into my husband's private server, drained ten million dollars from his offshore accounts, and wiped my tracks clean. The war to reclaim my stolen child had officially begun.”