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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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from reality. He began violently tearing at his own hair with his one good hand, rocking back and forth against the concrete, babbling incoherently into the dark. He was gone.

Gavin placed a warm, steady hand on the small of my back, guiding me gently toward the idling SUV, leaving the broken shell of my former husband writhing on the freezing floor continue reading …

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