My Scars, His Unconditional Devotion

ntle kicks of my unborn child. I believed my husband, Barron, and

ilant left me bleeding, but the true betrayal came in the ambulance. Throug

d the attack to in

a twisted promise: his firstborn ha

barren, my body permanently broken. His only regret was

oney and lies, forcing me to live besi

friend, I staged my own death in a fiery car crash

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n't break my ribs.

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ld soon discover, w

crib when the heavy thud against the fron

nctuary of quiet luxury

h followed, then the

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-a gentle flutter, as if

hallway. Rough, heavy boots.

myself up, my body heavy and slow

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n my abdomen, a brutal b

ing precariously. Blood, a terrifyin

s turned frant

sperately tried to protect my stomach, but

ned to consume me, a whi

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l roar tearing from his throat.

led violence. The assailant crumpled under his assault, a ch

of relief washed over me. Ba

The pain in my abdomen intensifi

y, his face a mask of what

his voice shaking. "She's bleeding! My wife is bl

es, their faces grim. They moved with urg

ostling me, sending fresh waves of nausea and pain

, his anxious eyes, but conscious

ed shut, plunging me into

ed, a relentless,

hazy world of pa

voices broke

old and sharp, cu

ailant... they're secured. Make sure they d

d, an FBI agent. His voice was low

r. She's critically injur

a chilling pronouncement. "It got out of hand, I admit, but the outcome is the same. Just make sure

d with a sudden,

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me, shattering the last

r. "And you nearly killed Alexandria. You're a monster, Barron. You orchestra

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an who swore to l

this. He had

ply was chi

ed that my first child would be with his daughter. It was

my throat, a silent sc

yal, the cold calculat

expl

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rose, a raw,

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gh still controlled,

his. I told Gisela... just a sca

ut the regret was for the mess

s voice

hatever it costs. Whatever s

murmur at the edge of my fading awareness. "I will protect

mockery, a fresh wave o

now? After he had or

nd sc

shared dreams of our family – all of it

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by the m

ute, crushing me unde

racing a hot path down m

h a soft hiss, the muted sound sealing my fate, t

y identity as a mother, sha

sed m

again, Alexandria B

d: How do you kill a mons