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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 procedure, he expressed symptoms of acute stress-induced vertigo,” she murmured, the words tumbling out in a shameful rush. “Nurse Price was reportedly suffering a panic attack in the corridor. He… he escorted her to that upscale bistro in the arts district to stabilize her nerves.”

I stared up at the acoustic tiles of the ceiling, my expression continue reading …

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