Pregnant, Betrayed, And Seeking My Vengeance

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eeks of healing and a course of antibiotics couldn't fix. My collapse was confirmed as a severe a

" I told the doctor the n

r by my bed, immediately protested. "You can

t back to," I said,

ing job? Don't be ridiculous. I'll cover your salary for the next

nson wife. The words hung in the air between us

quiet. "I'm a lawyer. I graduated from Colu

I had put aside my ambition, my own dreams, to support his. I had turned down an offer from one of the

for what it was: not

ome on, 'Liza. What's the point of that piece of paper?

y degree, my passion, my entire identity outside

thought about all the ways I could use the law to systematically dismantle his entire world. To make h

y abdomen. A tiny, fluttering reminder of

just about

ving the vengeful th

tone leaving no room for argument. "My end

dulous bark. "Eliza, your entire salary is less than

that was important to me, was the final confirmation. He had never seen me as

gid, because his smile fa

rged me tha

pre-war penthouse overlooking Central Park that I had once

itects to create a seamless, single-level living space. I' d chosen the specific grain of the hardwood floors for the way they felt under bare feet

is arms around me, his chin resting on my head, and whispered, "How did I ever get so

I had held him tight and promised,

. The floors, the bookshel

nger. And his promises

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