At My Divorce Hearing, Eight Months Pregnant, I Collapsed In Pain P2

The judge’s voice finally broke through the panic.

“Clear the courtroom. Now.”

Daniel’s smirk faded as Colonel Carter pulled off his jacket and placed it under my head. “Her pulse is irregular,” he said, sharp and controlled. “This isn’t an act.”

Paramedics rushed in minutes later. As they checked my blood pressure, one of them looked at the monitor and went pale.

“Ma’am, have you been exposed to any medication recently?”

I tried to speak, but only one word slipped out.

“Tea…”

The courtroom went silent.

Patricia’s face changed first. Not fear. Recognition.

Colonel Carter noticed.

Judge Hanley did too.

“What tea?” the judge asked slowly.

My trembling hand lifted toward the evidence folder on my table. Inside was a sealed plastic bag I had been too afraid to mention — the cup Daniel’s mother brought me every Sunday before Lily’s visits.

Daniel suddenly stood.

“Your Honor, this is ridiculous.”

But Colonel Carter was already staring at him.

“No,” he said coldly. “What’s ridiculous is that her symptoms match poisoning.”

And then Lily’s school counselor burst through the courtroom doors holding a flash drive.

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