Pregnant, Betrayed, And Seeking My Vengeance

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bbing pain that seemed to radiate from every part of my body. My arm

t of my bed, his face an unread

nfortunately injured by the guard dogs," he said, his voice devoid of

t of focus. I didn' t have the energy to respond. The physical pain

the check

d. The disappointment in his voice. The

d frantic. He stopped short when he saw my injuries, his

Dad said you..." He trailed of

the first time. The handsome face I had loved, the eyes I had trusted-they w

aching for mine. "Babe, I was so w

ock. The doctor' s words from years ago, after a severe reaction to

he was to m

n my vision. The heart monitor beside the bed

' s voice was fi

ied face. The last thing I felt was a bitter, ironic satisfaction. M

for the steady beep of the monitor. A sliver of light fell

ine an

rling," Catherine said, her voice soft an

Cash replied, his voic

picture her perfectly, her hand on her stomach, her eyes wid

as a lo

his voice was a physical blow. "I' m sorry

He was holding her. Comforting her. While I lay broken in a hospi

ursery. Their voices were low and intimate, weaving a tapestry of a shared life that I had no part in.

the last vestiges of

t. It was the crushing realization that his tenderness, his affection, the very things I had built my li

ugh his gilded cage. But I was just the appetizer. Catherine, with her fortune an

n the path of least resistance, the future his fam

een left wi

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