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My Husband and Six Relatives Flew His Pregnant Mistress to Miami—So I Froze Their Assets…

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But we should not delay long.”

“How long?”

His face shifted.

“A few days would be ideal.”

“I need two weeks.”

“No.”

“I need two weeks,” I said again, and this time my voice carried my father’s steel. “After that, I’ll do whatever you say.”

Dr. Shaw studied me.

“Is this about your husband?”

“It is about making sure that if I die on an operating table, he doesn’t continue reading …

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