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“You’ll suffer naturally because you’re toxic,” my doctor husband sneered, blocking the nurses from performing a C-section for my giant 10-pound baby as revenge for his intern. I writhed in pain, clutching the bed rails until my knuckles turned white. When the grueling delivery finally ended, the heavy delivery room doors banged open. My husband staggered in, his face drained of color as he looked at the newborn chart, fell to the floor, and shrieked, “No… that’s impossible! Whose child is-“

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Chapter 1: The Butcher’s Block

An astringent miasma of iodine and bleach waged war against the cloying, metallic reek of my own hemorrhaging, driving a spike of sheer nausea deep behind my eyes. Above my head, the unforgiving, blinding incandescence of the surgical theater lamps beat down, reducing the periphery of my consciousness to a trembling, shadow-soaked continue reading …

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