The Jilted Bride's Lethal Comeback

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cles shook, but she forced her knees to straighten. S

th. Danica's hand shot out. She grabbed the m

crophone from his grip. The reporter s

rcing, high-pitched feedback screech

ars. The reporters flinched. The chaoti

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quinted at

s in Boston. Presenting at the National Medical Symposium.

back stiffened. He spun ar

er the crowd. "You're just tr

ther word. She simply dropped the microp

were dead, focused entirely on Hank. She marched down t

d forward and raised hi

s hand. She pulled her right arm bac

sw

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ng flesh cracked like a

slap sent him stumbling. A thin line of dark blo

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fury. She raised her hand, her sharp acryl

ilin's wrist mid-air. Her grip was like a

Danica backhanded Cail

perfect updo unraveled, spilling hair across her

Her breathing was heav

ash," Danica said. "Y

lion-dollar custom lace veil pinne

ting flared across her head, but she didn't blink. She t

ers back. She walked straight into the wall of reporters. They insti

out of the

ber wind of New York hit her. It sliced right through the thin si

She pulled out her phone

age popped up. P

credit card linked to the Thorne family

ver rolled down the window, staring at her

five-carat diamond engagement ring on he

the open window, letting the stre

ing. "When we get there, I'll give you this ring, a

diamond, swallowed hard,

the cab sped away from the glittering skylin

er arms around her stomach, her w

p, dirty motel room. She slid down the moldy tiles, pulled her knees to her ch