Everyone froze as his words sank in.

Our mother sobbed, our father’s hands shook, and my sister’s boyfriend stared in horror. My sister, cornered, finally ripped off the fake belly and howled, “That baby would have had a better life with me! That girl doesn’t deserve it.” She lunged at my husband like a wild animal, claws out, but my brothers restrained her until sirens wailed outside.

Police officers stormed in and dragged her away as she thrashed, shouting she would take the baby anyway. Detectives immediately contacted the hospital, and within hours the teenage girl—Becca Torres—was moved to a secure floor with guards outside her room.

But then came the twist: the police also arre:sted my husband for assault. Despite uncovering her scheme, they reminded us that violence is still violence. He was booked overnight, and I scrambled to gather bail money.

The fallout was devastating. At her apartment, detectives uncovered notebooks detailing Becca’s daily routine, photos taken without her knowledge, forged IDs, and receipts for scrubs and formula. Worse, I discovered she’d stolen my identity, opening credit cards under my name, and drained thousands from our parents too. The scale of her deception was staggering—over fifty thousand dollars stolen.