gged her down, a h

mories of the first assa

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d against her rib

e "relapse." Th

d open. Shadows

eam, but her thr

d her, rough

iving thing, coili

dden, ripped throu

, a horrifying e

Losing the baby.

pull away as con

was the last thing she registere

dark

rile white room, the smell of a

r side, his face

choked with emotion. "A security breach.

his face in his hands, his s

ing but a vast,

consumm

one," she said,

: a miscarriage, complicated.

on was flawless. He blamed himsel

detached observer of

the grieving wife, to

rk penthouse, while Julian was "

e. The password, she guess

irthday.

es. Intimate, s

rtments in Paris, a life of luxur

Smiling, posing, living the

t. A folder, inn

t the lodge, five years ag

a discreet "medical consultant." Detai

old, hard,

hed, a strangle

r, but from a rage so prof

on; he had orchestrated it, filmed

ied eve

escape anymore. This

had broken her

her into something he

hat would d