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On the night of my birthday party, my husband, Edward Hudson, made a point of spending the night with his secretary and never came home. I knew he hated me for getting drunk that night and ending up pregnant with someone else's child. But the truth was, it wasn't someone else. It was him who stumbled into my room, drunk out of his mind. No matter how many times I tried to explain, he refused to believe the baby was his. I thought that once the baby was born, I'd do a paternity test and he'd finally see the truth. But three months later, while trying to save him, I lost the baby, and with it, my ability to ever have another child. Instead of showing any gratitude, he laughed and said, "Serves you right. A woman like you doesn't deserve to be a mother anyway." What he didn't know was that I hadn't just lost my child and my future as a mother. I was about to lose my life, too.