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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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Bradley. She purposefully gouged my arm,” I choked out, the physical agony now eclipsed by a profound, terrifying betrayal.

“I am thoroughly exhausted by this victim charade,” Bradley interrupted, turning his broad back to me. He looked to the anesthesiologist. “Terminate the epidural infusion. Restrain her extremities. We are concluding this extraction continue reading …

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