His Secret Life, My Broken Trust

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dure without my consent?" The words ripped from

er, flinched. "Ms. Smith, you were hemorrhaging. We had to act

term back at him. "That was my ch

ave the baby," a nurse chimed in ge

he inside of my skull. It was all wrong. They were

door to my private room burst open. Edw

ing to my side. "My lo

cond, I almost leaned into the familiar comfort. But then I smelled it. Faint, but unmistak

ges of my hope

didn't you answer your phone?" I asked, my voice dangerou

n silent. A crucial board meeting. You know how my mother is." He ran

ssed. "I saw you. In th

k slipped back into place. "Alex, what are you talk

lse sympathy. "Losing the baby... it's a terrible

ake me believe I was crazy. The sh

from his pocket. He' d obviously retrieved it. The same husky voice from the memo filled t

fumbled for the watch, trying to

of adrenaline. I ripped it from his grasp and he

ded, my voice shaking with rage

lently. "It's not what you think, Alex. Carla and I...

d. "Is that what you call kissing her in a bar? Is

e looked at me as if I'd grown a second head.

ad to give him that. He

snarled. "I saw your texts. W

k him. He opened his mouth to speak, bu

cashmere coat, a single tear tracing a perfect path dow

oice a theatrical sob. "I was

onspired to kill my child, and now had the nerve to fei

t," I w

know how much you wanted this baby." She turned her icy gaze on me. "But perhaps it's for the best. You were never meant

ct maximum pain. She was mocking my grief, belittling my

her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "A means to an end. On

and the loss, but my mind was screaming. I wanted to launch myself at her, to claw that smug,

ag. "This is your karma, Alexandra," she p

laying on her lips before she turned and swept out

t it would warrant this kind of cosmic retribution. There was nothing. I had built my company from the ground

ayer of psychological torture. Another way to

dn't work.