From Death to Divorce: Her Rebirth
e signed agreement in my hand. He was shocked, but he saw the resolve in my eyes and immedia
f period," he explained. "But his signature on this
weight lift off my s
t twenty-four hours, the reliving of my death, had taken
ran some tests. She came back in
. Kramer. You're abou
the air, cold an
ffair with his then-assistant. The stress, the constant fighting, the sleepless nights-I miscarried at ten weeks
ould be born into a world where its father was a monster and its mother was c
. I remembered the pain, the blood, the emptiness. I woul
nate it," I said
"Are you sure, Kimberly?
. Only survival. "And I have a special request. I want the fetal tissue preserved
f pity and confusion. She didn't understand. She didn't n
overy room, the anesthesia wearing off, leaving a dull ac
lex is scared. She t
had just walked out on him. It was for the girl he had known for a few weeks. The hollownes
here was a grim reminder of the sacrifice I had just
n't look. I deleted the message thread,
death, but the slow, agonizing decline that led to it. I
moved in. He had insisted on throwing a lavish party for he
as our friends and business partners showered attention
ar, the keys dangling from his fingers. The same model I had told him I wanted
he new Mrs. Kramer." I had stood there, a champagne flute in my ha
r, feel the sting of humiliation. But this time, the me
ough it one more time. But this time, I wouldn't b
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