The Pregnant Wife's Bittersweet Revenge

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sterile hospital room where a horri

ctoria purred, her voice like chilled honey. "She's gone. And the child." Then her chilling whisper: the "wellness s

n the counter. It wasn't a nightmare; it was a terrifyingly real warning-my own husband and si

ding. They wouldn't take my child. They wouldn't kill me. A hard, steel resolve formed in