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chose me because I was dangerous. And Julian played his part perfectly.
My Husband Left Me in the Delivery Room—Minutes After My Son Was Born, the Doctor Saw His Face and Revealed a Shocking Secret
My fingers tightened around the paper. Chloe gently took it before I could crumple it.
“Vivian?”
“I’m fine,” I said — and I meant it. Not because it didn’t hurt, but because hurt had to wait its turn.
“Did Julian know?” I asked Dr. Thorne.
“I don’t know for certain.”
