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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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But a man who has been stripped of his future has nothing left to lose but his life. And he was waiting in the dark to take mine.

Chapter 5: The Final Diagnosis

The subterranean VIP parking structure beneath Barrett Medical Center was a cavernous, echoing concrete tomb. The air was frigid, smelling faintly of motor oil and ozone. I walked with purposeful continue reading …

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