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

later.

When I woke up, all I knew was pain.

White ceiling. Beeping monitor. Dry throat.

Lena’s hand was wrapped around mine.

Dr. Shaw appeared beside my bed with a tired smile.

“You made it,” he said. “The surgery went very well. We removed the tumor completely, and the surrounding lymph nodes look clean.”

Tears slid down my cheeks.

Not tears of victory.

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