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c filling the hallway of the free clinic. I clutched
of the apartment, searching on my phone for the ne
her into the exam room, my legs fee
toms and then arranged for the tests. Eve
ession gentle. "Congratulations, Ms. Riggs,"
d so ironic. I felt the whole worl
unable to process her instructions. My mind was stuck on a single thoug
oise of the New York streets washed over me like a
ously moving to my still-flat stomac
ecame crystal clear. I would rai
l apart. I had to be strong for this baby. I made a decision.
phone buzzed. It was a news alert
d His New Princess: Hale Jones and Socialite
it open. A high-definition pho
ust the necklace on Angelique. She wore an emerald green gown, her platinum
ss I had never seen before. His fingers gently touche
two years. He gave it all to another
hat man. He simply chose
ng. The courage and determination I ha
gan to sob, no longer able to hold it in. P
a text message from my bank, a
The exact same amount as
, he was settling our account for good. My fingers gripped th
tears and
cture on my phone,
app, found the trans
d the name "Hale," held it down,
stared at the em
to myself, "Claire, from now on, yo
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