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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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the threat, the two elite security contractors flanking me reacted with lethal speed. They closed the distance, tackling the charging figure and slamming him face-first into the damp concrete floor.

It was Bradley. He was emaciated, his designer clothes reduced to filthy, rain-soaked rags, his eyes completely hollowed out, spinning with absolute, unadulterated continue reading …

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