At Twenty Weeks, He Faked My Miscarriage

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husband Jared Sterling's affairs,

mind, even my very identity, had been sacrifice

d orchestrated a "routine check-u

tbeat, but a fabricated miscarri

eered, tossing the paperwork at me as he celebra

f fractures from 99 prior be

ying love," my baby was gone, a life stol

ed me to collapse, to beg for forgiveness, to clin

desperation, and anot

ut didn't break me;

page, ready to build an empire of my own, free from the Ste