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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 desperate panic in his eyes had been entirely consumed by a black, bottomless, homicidal rage. He crossed the threshold into the bathroom in two massive strides, his hands lunging forward to close like an iron vise around Hannah’s throat. He lifted her bodily off the linoleum, slamming her spine against the mirrored medicine cabinet, shattering continue reading …

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