The Wife He Broke, The Woman Who Rose

wall. Andrew stood there, his face a mask of pure fury.

e shaking with rage. "The doctors said it was

eyes wild. "You murdered

my stomach. The pain was blinding. I gasped, curling in

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terrible, tearing sensation. It was over. My baby was gone. A

eathing heavily, stand

his house," he hissed. "You' ll rot i

ft, locking the

at felt like hours. But a cold fire was

led for Rosa. She crept in, her

rasp. "Alcohol, gauze, and a bottle of the str

d, her movements

'I agree.' I signed my name, Maria Johns, at the bottom

ok the small, still form of my son and wrap

tiny, cloth-wrapped body on th

ixir from my community, made from a rare mountain root. It grant

rough my veins, pu

over the pile of my belongings in

ht instantly, r

I slipped out the small basement wi