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“Stop faking, get up and clean the mess!” my mother yelled, stepping over me while I lay bleeding, 8 months pregnant after my sister pushed me. All I wanted was to protect my unborn child, but they called me dramatic. I stayed completely silent, letting them pack their bags for my husband’s multi-million dollar gala that night. When my billionaire husband asked where I was, my sister smiled, “She’s trash, we left her at home.” But when they arrived at the VIP venue, security blocked them at the door, and the CEO took the mic to announce…

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me!” David yelled, fighting against the hands pushing him out of the OR doors.

“Pushing epi,” a voice called out in the distance.

The last thing I saw before the darkness swallowed me completely was the blinding glare of the surgical lights fading to black.

Chapter 5: The Aftermath

I woke up two days later in the Intensive Care Unit.

I had lost massive continue reading …

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