Fifteen Years: His Turn To Play

s place like a conquering general, my firm's name a battering ram that opened every door. I had demanded the chief of surgery, gotten the best operating room, and e

e, I did

n their course. Ryan paced nervously, shooting me venomous looks, muttering about how I'd "wasted pre

man I didn't recognize, walked into the waiting room. His face was gr

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ling heavy. "Yes. How i

professional sympathy that I knew was real this

silence, I felt the col

was... extensive. We lost her on the operating table. And the baby...

incing it could have won an award. He sank into

play in which I was the villain. Now, they were the truth. Jenny was dead. Our child was gone. My inactio

y sacrifice. To destroy them, I had to let the one person I once loved die. There was no going back. The first part of my revenge was complete, seal