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My maternity leave was almost over, and registering my newborn daughter, Lily, at the Social Security office was supposed to be a simple, routine step, given the new "Family Unity Act' s" strict one-child policy.
But the clerk' s words hit me like a blow: "The SSN for your family has already been issued, for a boy named Ryan Todd. Registered by your husband."
Ryan, the son of Sabrina, Matthew' s 'friend' whose husband died. My perfect life shattered.
My husband, Matthew, the man I loved, had sacrificed our daughter' s future, dedicating her only slot to another child, an act that condemned Lily to state custody by her first birthday.
When I confronted him, he dismissed my pain as "selfish," then his hand lashed out, leaving my cheek stinging and my heart aching.
Seeking answers, I went to his office, only to find him openly intimate with Sabrina, who then gaslit me, implying Lily wasn't his, a lie Matthew instantly embraced.
Branded "crazy" and thrown out, my marriage, my love, my hope for a family, all died in that moment.
But as I left, one chilling thought remained: I wouldn't let them win. I would save my daughter, even if it meant doing it alone.