The Dead Ex-Wife Returns With Twins

bone white. A sharp contraction tore through her abdomen, stealing her bre

vator, the one with a private keycard access, had been activated by an override

ian rug, moving from the dining area toward the foyer. E

snowflakes swirled into the warmth of the penthouse. Her stepsister, Janeen Foster, stepped out of

her wave of pain hit, sharper this time, forcing her to lean against the

he console table with a careless thud. "Jarret's security is impressive. But not infallible." She slowly un

reen before sliding it across the marble counter. The

tal document. Then she saw the biometric digital signature at the bottom. It was Jarret's verified s

scent, was suffocating. "Jarret authorized the digital transfer this morning. The physical paperwork is already en route

Jarret wouldn't do this. He loved her. She tried to push past Janeen, her h

with a sharp tug. She threw the receiver across the room. It shattered a

living room, trying to put distance between them. Her body w

rey. She pulled a small digital audio recorder fro

r mother's oncologist. "...the medication was swapped," the recorded voice con

to process the words. The room started to spin. Her mother's

. "I paid the nursing staff. A few thousand dollars to alter some charts

t was a white-hot agony that eclipsed everything else. H

had broken. But it wasn't clear. It was mixed with a terrifying a

She clutched her stomach, the agony pure and al

he walked toward the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring the bli

dragged her body across the floor, leaving a smeared tra

heels clicking on the floor. She forcefully grabbed Katia's chin,

lair estate," she whispered, her voice like ice

n Janeen's face. It was a small act of defian

od up and, with a vicious kick, sent Katia's dropped cell p

dges. The room was spinning violently

ation in her eyes. She was timing it. Timing how l

side. Her breathing became shallow, a faint, erratic flutter in her chest

rivate number. "Dr. Reynolds," she said, her voice calm and stea

less form, a triumphant smile f

are the incubator