The Wine Cellar Wife
in the hospita
o room for argument. He pointed to the ultras
transverse lie. We scheduled the C-section for a
, nine-month belly. "I know, Marcus.
l call the hospital and let t
husband. He
l him. He was the fath
n' s old-money family had owned for generations.
n front of the grand entrance. A s
ach tig
heart, the one that got away. Sh
th a hushed urgency. Chloe stood by the grand staircase, a pictu
I'm not intruding. It's just... my heart. The doctors said
nly describe as disgust flashed across her face before being
an arm around Chloe' s thin shoulders. H
with us for a while. Her
just came from Marcus's office. He said I need to
ced at Chloe, who flinched as i
, Amelia," he said, h
an. Marcus was very
ou lived in a storm cellar for three days with nothing but a few bottles of water
with her. It's my fault. Seeing her... so full of life... it just r
rength, now held only contempt. He looked from C
he hissed. "You're flaunting
ng. "I'm trying to keep our children s
ouder. "You always have to be the hero, the survivor. Well, this isn
. His grip was su
wn. You need to thin
ck of the house, toward the heavy o
oing? Stop it! I have
days. Your official due date. You can come out then and apologize to Chloe fo
. The air was cool and damp,
! Please!
r slammed shut. I heard the
, si
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