The Revenge After Husband Remarried

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r forehead. Her stomach tightened again-another contraction, stronger than the last. Her water had broken thir

sed redial. The name "My H

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n the other end. It sounded rushe

the hospital. I need you," her voice was barely audibl

m busy!" Raka snapped. Noise echoed in the back

made her cry out again. "I need you, Raka. Please... I'm alone. My

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ash down on her fragil

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o help you. Deep breaths now... w

strength-from within, for herself,

maternity observation room, he

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d gently rested on the woman's shoulder, his expression filled with tendernes

sweetly, gazing a

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ruck her felt like a breeze compa

ks, correct? We'll check the fetal heartbeat

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her body weren't alre

the reason Ra

was with an

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're almost at the delivery

ed to scream. To march over and curse him in front

she had t

for

had fought so hard to

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the antiseptic smell overpowering. The sound of medical equipment

One more strong pus

ed in sweat. She held back her sobs-not just from the pa

just on

ft in her, Aira pushed. Her scr

by's

ound she had

gling baby and smiled. "It's a b

he smiled through the tears. H

moment she ha

she was alone...

ht her child

out

once believed woul

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iny baby slept peacefully in the transparent crib

same shirt from earlier-when she'd seen him in the matern

given birth?"

wly. "Yes. You came now.

riend to the doctor earlier. You understand,

"A friend? The one the d

one of your business. Don't start drama, Aira. You'

deliver your child alone, Raka. Meanwhile, you-the man who was supposed to be by my si

ghed. "I... I'm not ready to be a father. Everything happened

h

ing slapped ag

but firmly. "So this baby was a

down, then turned away. "I need t

d out. The door closed. His fo

. But not

a cry o

e you, my love. We'll be okay. Even without your

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back. No message. No flowers. Not e

all the answe

ings slowly and signe

ept peacefully. Unaware of th

rd, a nurse looked

gh labor alone. But their children grow up

k you. I'll be one

witnessed her heart shatter and rebuild. And she knew,