Scars of Betrayal, Sisters' New Power

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hs Jayde and I took. Our beds were side by side, separated by a thin curtain that felt like a prison wall. Weeks had

on my abdomen, a ghost of a life that never was. Jayde lay still, her bandaged hands resting o

aint, tinny sound. It was Jayson' s voice, filtered through a phone speaker. He was talk

aiming total disability? After a little scuffle? It' s absurd

as a "little scuffle." He thought

lanced through her. Her body was still weak from the poisoning the attackers had used, a

ed, her voice raw, laced with disbelief. Her eyes met

movement was an effort, every muscl

marrying him. I regret trusting them." She looked at her bandaged

ow. Her talent, once celebrated, mocked by her husband's callous dismissal. I thought of the countless hour

ounded, a sick mixture of dread and a faint, foolish

my voice ras

earing? Jayde's trying to file for some kind of extreme medical leave

e face. No "How are you?" No "

"Jayson, our baby is gone. Your baby. I nearly died. Jayde's hands are permanently damage

itlin, you're always so dramatic. Holly was in genuine crisis. A l

was laced with venom. She had pushed herself up, glaring

erical. And you, Kaitlin, trying to use the unfortunate loss

manipulating him with the death of o

ed to say something, but only a sob escaped. Her moveme

t have been with him. "Elliott, talk some sense into her. Jayde, stop this chara

ow delicate Holly is. And you know Jayson and I... we have to prote

xaggerate this? My baby was dead. Jayde's life work was d

t sorrow, now blurring my vision. "You have no idea

ough a lot too, dealing with Holly's crisis. And now this. We'll send you some flowers.

p. The abrupt click of the line w

ost dropped it. Jayde, beside me, let out a long, shuddering breath, a sound

r voice barely audible. "They think we're l

d; they had actively tried to discredit our pain, to erase our suffering. They had chosen to believe a lie

"Not one more day. I can't breathe in this place, knowing th

something, a spark of life, returned to them. "Where would we go

y broken. "Anywhere but here," I said, a fierce resolve hardening my voice. "We're done being the Morgan wives.

ps, the first genuine expression I'd

es. Whatever that means. It won't be easy. Nothing

they had unleashed a storm they could never have an

stronger now, a faint echo of the girl

world outside was terrifying, uncertain, but the

n and Jayde Robles, survivors. And the Morgan brothers, in th

in my bones, that they would regret this. D