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tic denials beside me, the low hum of the office fluoresce

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tioning body out of a hospital bed, fueled by righteous fury, to end a marriag

ool, a stark contrast to the firestorm raging inside me. I had been erased. While I lay in a coma, fighting for my lif

a miracle. They spoke of my resilience, my strength. They had no idea I was a ghost haunting my own life, my insides ho

e anymore. I needed answers. I agree

me cold, calculating air he brought to a boardroom. He was a man who saw people not as h

ie," he said, his vo

, Edmund," I

r to the Glass Corporation. His image is paramount. A wi

asting like poison. "So you had my marr

emorse. "And Joselin was a suitable replacement. Amb

I was a broken appliance, discard

along with it?" The

for the family. As should you." He placed a crisp manila folder on my bedsid

m afar for years, his calm competence a steady presence in the chaos of the ER. I also knew he was the sole heir to the vast Meyers pharmaceutical

ther man in a coma?" The

pearances until Elliot recovers. You, a dedicated nurse who miraculously recovered

My sacrifice, my pain, my miracle recovery-

d by an icy calm. "Fine," I sai

surprised, but

"I want to go home first. To the house Jer

e?-crossed his face before he nodded cu

e a mask of tortured concern. He was holding a bouquet of m

tepping toward me. "My lo

air as if afraid to touch me. The gesture,

ed, his eyes welling up with perfectly t

e, not sadness. Just a

I said, my voice as ster

ign of forgiveness. "Of course, anything. I' ll g

l room door opened again. Joselin walked in,

fore turning her gaze to me. "Haylie, I' m so glad yo

s

ers tense. He turned, a panicked look on his f

king her arm through his. "We' re

is new wife' s shoulder. His shallow, performative love couldn'

me. With her. To the ho