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After the divorce, she secretly carried his child alone—until the moment labor struck and the doctor pulled down his mask.

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After everything.

And despite the betrayal… despite the beating… despite the rage boiling inside me…

I still didn’t want her dead.

Another gunshot cracked through the house.

Then silence.

Heavy footsteps approached.

A shadow moved across the hallway.

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