Her Betrayal, My Mother's Death

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he whispered, her voice thick

ump in my throat. My life felt compl

s needs her rest. And the babies too.

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was sligh

bbing her eyes, me g

room. Olivia's, and a man's.

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ze. Mom tens

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led with a possessive pride that made

sting. He'll raise Max as his own, and we can be together, discr

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shook h

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f my sons shattered, replaced by Olivia'

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echoed,

th tired eyes told me Su

heard, he said, was too mu

t just broken my heart,

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the small, almost invisible birthmark

s was

he asked, her smile radiant. "Is yo

an I loved, the mother of m

ons

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red. "What? How? Oh,

or my hand. I

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so new, so potent, wa