Too Late For Regret: My Genius Wife

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and the pungent smell of disinfectant water burned

voice was sharp: "A

roar in her ears. She felt a warm, sticky liquid gushing from

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g Carie's arm and helping her into the wheelcha

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phone fell on the linoleum

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her flat stomach. It

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s consu

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and a sharp pain came from the depths of her lower abdomen, a vague echo of the previ

one on the bedside tab

calls. Zer

and checked the infusi

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Flynn? He was also on the VIP floor. The maternity ward is chaoti

did miss a beat and

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Her vision blurred for a moment, and the room tilted as she got up, and a w

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rie said. Her voice

, breathing fast and heavy. Stepping barefoot on the floor, feeling like ice, a chill rushed down her spine, temporarily clearing the fog

tor to the top flo

mosphere changed. Filled with the frag

n she saw it. Baby's cr

laughter. Warm,

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is blazer thrown aside. He held a swa

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ike the heroine of a tragedy in a Victorian novel. S

said softly. Her voic

and smiled at the baby. "He's a little fight

de. It is no longer physical pa

her live like hell, holding her child in her arms

om with two cups of coffee.

ooked at her hospital gown, with blood st

er to her lips. Her

rd," she

y don't know what to do without you, Eric

rik promised. He tucked the

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She didn't scream. Sh

et the car over," Julian whispe

h, Julian,"

legs were hot. Every step sent a sharp pain through her abdomen, but

r and changed back into her clothes. Her jeans w

k out h

ncy contacts. Er

hoto album. Sel

evolving door and into

w. Snowflakes swirled around her, stin

, and alone. But a strong determination as cold as snow took root deep within

est friend, sent a message. 'Where

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G-Wagon) pulled up to the side of the road. Katy, wearing a fur-

s pale face and faint blood on her jeans. She didn't wai

hoarsely, her voice

w Carie's blood-stained bag in the back. As she slid into the driver's seat,

oing?" She asked

her voice firmed with new d

her husband completely behind and