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but the diagnosis seared itself into my brain: cancer. I had kept it a secret from everyone, most especially from my husband, Edward Harrington. I did not want him to be alarmed. I had been

It was my uncle. "Clara, is everything all right between

ied, my own tone feigning lightness

ard took a woman with him to a chec

y mouth. "Are you consid

es

rep

arent disguise. "Even if all the men in th

her me if it's not urgent. That's it!" He spoke in an icily sharp voice, the blade of a knife cutting through the silence. He hung up before I

ional captivity. He was always cold, always cranky. He'd accuse me of things I wasn't doing, and the last public meltdown had broken my heart. At the Thompson's gathering, h

d a soft voice resonated in my ear. "Hey, sister." I heard the v

resentful of me the whole time and had plotted to have Edward believe that I was cheating on him. I glared. "Don't r

d and asked gently, "Are you here to

business," I growle

here?" Imogen smiled and continued,

always had a long-term thing for Edward, doing everything she could to lure him into bed befo

table, and my face turned white the minute I saw the handwriting on it, familiar and jagged all

at all throughout the night and then, I became pregnant!" Imogen gazed at her friend with a look of s

She just fell to the floor and cried, "Ouch, my belly!" I was stunned. I had just punched her fa

room by hospital personnel. I, hav

s. It was Eleanor Harrington, the mother of Edward. She squinted upon seeing me. "What

rrington, she pushed her!" said the middl

not letting others be happy either?" Eleanor slapped me on the face with immense forc

king up a story, but my mother-in-law's demeano

t like I was going to faint. But at that moment, the door to the operating room s

ing the news. She pounced on me, punchi

lost their focus, and I then

body ached so horribly. Nevertheless, I was able to lean on the bedside. While I was still ga

Whitmore. I am Mr.

at the man standin

Mr. Harrington has instructed me to negotiate

for a divorce?" I thought I m

e a document. "This is the divorce s

e me a divorce agreement. I would not even look at it. I shifted my gaze at the attorn

an; he's not available!" de

ow had my relationship with Edward fal

ed Edward's number, and waited with my eyes shut

I fallen? First, an aff