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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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to the blood-soaked floors of Summit Medical.

“I require ten thousand dollars in cash by tomorrow afternoon, Bradley, so you need to crawl back to whoever you have left and beg,” Hannah demanded from the bathroom, her tone laced with absolute boredom. “I am terminating this parasite, and I am not doing it at some discount butchery.”

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