Hidden Wife: Rising From The Ashes

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ant and rubbing alcohol pull

IV tape on the back of my uninjured left hand. The fluorescent lights

rubs walked in with a clip

side and sat down, her voice gentle. "I'm Dr. Alpert. The buildin

in in my lower abdomen made a hoars

unt-force pelvic trauma causing acute massive bleeding. I'm so sorry, but... we couldn't sav

seemed

hoarse and broken, trembl

medical care, and extensive scar tissue had formed inside your uterus, combined with the blunt-force impact this time, your uterine lining sustaine

my heart like

covered in burns from Gia's fire, and now Bright

door opened. Mrs. Gable, the sixty-year-old neighbor from the e

to the bedside, exclaiming. "You scared me to death when the ambulanc

through puffy, r

ird floor, carrying poor Gia into the elevator. He told me you'd had an accidental fall and wanted to check on you, but

p chill sw

m 304. Three f

inger," Mrs. Gable chattered on. "He told the nurses he learned t

hin bedsheet so tight

three days in bed shivering. I was the one who'd made ginger and brown sugar water on the stove. Brighton

and tears of my past and offering a

from the needle puncture, but I didn't have time for it. I threw off the cover

shrieked, trying to grab my arm. "The docto

My voice was cold,

the button for the third floor. Every step sent a searing pain through m

t the end of the o

cracked ope

ned against soft pillows in a pale pink silk robe, while Brighton sat on the edge of th

ever heard him use in public. "You need to finish the whole bowl. The doct

d to kiss his cheek. "You're taking such good care of

en. It slammed against the

roth splattering the white sheets. Gia g

nto its usual look of contempt and irritation. "What are you doing

rabbed the heavy insulated thermos, an

calding broth and glass shards flew ever

y shoulders and shoving me backward. "Gia is resting! Yo

n! You pushed me into that marble table and left me on the floor to bleed to death! Dr. Alpert ju

ok in my pale, ghostlike face, and a flash of

to..." Brighton opened h

in the doorway, staring open-mouthed at the shattered thermos on

n, who exactly is your wife? You told the building management Eleano

loud, tearful sobs, grabbin

ally. "She's deliberately destroying our r

ighton. The air was thi

ow eyes. "This is your last chance. Tell everyone wh

hospital room, all watching the impeccably dressed young

clinging face. Finally, his gaze fell on the gleaming partner's b

ck, standing firmly in fr

and without any warmth. "Ms. Forman has suffered from a pathological obsession with me for years, completely twisting ou

moment, then erupted in di

, stalking and harass

arrested and

king her head. "Eleanor, I've treated you like my own

s. The last thread holding

at Brighton's chest, tearing at his shirt, r

baby!" I screamed, pounding his ch

k, then she shrieked at the crowd: "She's crazy! Hold her down! She

ed, grabbing my wrist and twisting it hard, forcing me down

or. Gia leaned over the bed rail and tore open the front of my hospital gown, exposing my

aughter. "Look at this scarred freak who th

eration, begging with my eyes f

ng his cufflinks, and walked out of the room, lett