Rising From Ashes: The Jilted Ex-Wife

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master bedroom stood wide open, pushed inward with brute force. Claire turned around. Everlee Glenn stood on the Persi

gitimate daughter brought into the family by her father's mistress, yet she carried herself like

is still my p

r in her heels, pulled a black-and-white ultrasound printout f

to the clinic las

r fingers curled tightly around the telescopic handle of the suitcase until her knuckles turned white.

pping her voice to a venomous whis

ve birth to an heir shouldn't be

suppressed rage burned in her lungs. She raised

t out! Don't make

nged forward and clamped her hand around Claire's right wris

e. The movement was small, barely a shove, but Everlee threw her entire body b

kward through the open doorway and deliberately miss th

d into a tight ball at the bottom. Claire's mind went blank. Her legs felt like lead as

Help me,

. On the white marble floor, a bright red streak o

t of the blood. The butler fumbled for his phone to dial 911 as chaos erupted in the hallway. Claire walked down the steps, want

d her tear-streaked face and poi

as jealous of my bab

her. Claire walked downstairs from the penthouse and followed the ambulance in a daze all the way to NewYork-Pre

the former matriarch of the Valenzuela family and Claire's snob

word, she raised her left hand, heavy with a massive

Claire's head snapped to the side, the metall

e against the floor, glaring at C

amily! If anything happens to my grandson i

burning cheek and straightened her spine, l

. She threw hersel

or in a white coat pulled down his surgical

Sharpe. We couldn

s violently against Claire's shoulders. Exhausted from days of mental torture, Claire

he edges. Through the gap between the bodyguards' legs, she looked toward the automatic glass doors at the hospital entrance. Her husband, Al