No More Chains: The Wife's Escape

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ed through the opulen

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given the

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master bedroom

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aid the signed

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hey were props in Ju

me in. He waited by his car

nly the clothes on my back and th

ght of a freedom I n

didn't ask questi

a. Away from

lian eventually found

my clos

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shifted in

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d through

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ed, confused

pportunist, tried one

clutching her stomach. "I

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tly. "I know a private clinic. They

e's fa

tle... situation... years ago," Julian

he baby. Blamed me when it

Candace standing there,

minating a pregnancy. Our on

uld ruin our lifest

d me for the grief,

s Julia