My Husband Flew His Pregnant Mistress To Miami Until I Froze Their Assets

on the twenty-fourth floor, outlining our spring expansion plan, when it felt as if a white-hot blade twisted under my ribs. I grabbed the table. Someone asked if I was all right. The room seemed to stretch, long and unreal. Then the floor rushed toward me.

I woke at Massachusetts General with an IV in my arm and Lena asleep in a chair beside me.

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