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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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is to thrash and destroy everything in their blast radius. But he was fighting a ghost. I was already ten moves ahead, watching him bleed out on the board.

Chapter 3: The Ghost in the Machine

The transport convoy navigated the winding, fog-choked alpine roads until the imposing iron gates of Highland Crest Sanctuary materialized from the mist. It was continue reading …

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