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Laughter echoed in the sterile hospital hallway as the mistress viciously shoved the pregnant wife to the floor, backed by the cheating husband’s approving nod. Their arrogant smiles froze instantly when heavy footsteps thundered down the hall and a terrifying voice barked, “Grab them.” As the director knelt beside the crying woman, he looked up at the trembling husband and whispered…

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woke up twenty-four hours later in the hospital’s penthouse recovery suite. The room smelled of expensive lilies and sterilized cotton. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Phoenix skyline baked under the relentless desert sun.

Arthur was sitting in an armchair by the window, a thick leather-bound dossier resting on his lap. He looked up as I shifted continue reading …

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