Die verstoßene Chirurgin und ihre stille Rache
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de in den Händen, sondern eine Krankenakte, die bestätigte, das
und erklärte mit einer Stimme, die völlig frei von Reue war
r unseres Rivalen. Die Frau, die behauptete,
funden und zusammengeflickt hatte, während er im Delirium schrie. Doc
rauszureißen. Er erwartete, dass ich brav am Altar stehe, währ
ntum. Er glaubte, ich würde
erlobte war, sondern wieder die Chirurgin. Und ich hatte gerade
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and stand at the altar while the mother
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this moment, I was n
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atisfied with my submission, an
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d up a
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