Silent No More: The Genius Ex-Wife's Revenge

hite of the Mount Sinai emergency room ceiling tiles, and

ing apart biologically. The cramp ripped through her lower abdomen again, a serrated knife twisting deep

doctors called it. A physiologic

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her rubber-soled shoes squeaking against th

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said, his voice clipped. "She's hemorrhag

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her brow furrowed. "Hospital policy requires a next of kin

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said, her voice tight with urgency.

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doctor. She reached out, her hand shaking violently

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they neared the operating room doors, a figure blocked their path. Beverly Logan, her mother-in-law

said, her voice like chippin

"A supplement to your prenuptial agreement, Mrs. Logan. A standard clause re

protested, "Ma'am, she's hemor

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the line, her signature a jagged scar. They had taken her voice, her

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was the image of Julius, holding another woman's hand, welcomin