Too Late For Regret, Mr. Vanderbilt

d the air of the makeshift operating room

my seve

with Ethan Vanderbilt

stood over me. Her smile

fertile

long, gleam

tied to the co

hispered, a

ay, a silhouette against t

. He alway

. Her breath smelled of expensi

now. He believes ev

pread rumors about her. Ethan believed it

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't make it ei

d his back.

suming my belly. Then,

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as flat, de

severely damaged. We had

childr

hoed in the

sting a fortune Ethan paid. My only connection to the ou

he hysterectomy, about how his illne

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ing home

.. he jumped

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