Tiffany laughed sharply.
“Fairness?” she mocked. “That’s a strange word for someone who trapped a successful man with a pregnancy.”
Something inside me tightened.
“Don’t speak about my child,” I said, my voice shaking but steady.
Her smile disappeared.
Before I could react—
She slapped me.
The sound echoed across the courtroom.
My cheek burned instantly. I tasted blood. My hand instinctively moved to protect my stomach before I even fully processed what had happened.
Silence.
No one moved.
Harrison didn’t intervene.
Tiffany didn’t apologize.
Even the bailiff stood frozen.
Then Harrison laughed quietly.
“This is exactly the instability I’ve been dealing with,” he muttered.
That was the moment something changed inside me.
