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Anna's POV I can only see her at the doctor as he says the words I feared the most. I burst into tears as I did not want to hear those words. My poor child will be a bastard like me. Fatima takes my hand. She can see I am upset. "Do not worry, baby girl. I will stand by you like you are standing by me. I have not seen my children since the divorce, as my husband got custody of them. One day, when I succeed in the business, I can apply to the court to get custody of my children. My husband only got custody because I had no income and could not look after them. The money I got from him was not enough to look after my children and start a business. You should know there is not enough work for everybody in this country, especially a woman like me. Do not worry. I will not judge you. When yo