She Just Gave Birth — Her In-Laws Handed Her Divorce Papers… Not Knowing She Was a Secret Billionaire The sharp, metallic smell of blood mixed with antiseptic filled the hospital room. Valentina Rodriguez held her newborn son, Leo, close to her chest. His tiny heartbeat was strong, his skin soft and warm under the white blanket. Her hands shook—not from weakness, but from sheer shock. Across from her bed, standing in the middle of what should have been the happiest day of her life, were four people who had turned

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