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The Second Wife's Revenge Chapter 134: Second Pregnancy
Eight weeks.The number felt impossible and inevitable simultaneously.Grace was four months old. Still waking twice at night. Still figuring out sitting up. Still discovering that her hands belonged to her and could be used for purposes.And I was eight weeks pregnant with her sibling.Dr. Kim had confirmed it two weeks before the family dinner. Sitting in the same office where she'd first told me I was pregnant with Grace. Same ultrasound machine. Same warm gel. Same screen flickering to life with evidence of something new and real."Strong heartbeat," she'd said. "Everything looks exactly as it should."I'd looked at the screen. At the tiny flutter. Eight weeks old and already stubborn about existing."The timing," I'd said."Is yours to decide how to feel about.""I feel both things at once.""That's accurate parenting of two children under one year. Might as well start now."Dr. Kim had a dry humor she kept mostly professional. I'd come to rely on it.The pregnancy was different
The Second Wife's Revenge Chapter 133: Family Dinner
May. The loft smelled like garlic and roasted chicken.Sienna had brought in a covered dish she refused to let anyone look at until she was ready.Outside the windows, the city was turning green. That specific May green that only lasts two weeks before summer heat makes everything heavy. Evening light slanting gold through the tall windows. Grace's mobile casting slow spinning shadows on the nursery wall.We'd done smaller gatherings. Robert and us. Sienna and Dante. Victor once, briefly, carefully.But this was the first time all of us were in the same room together. All at once. No agenda. No crisis. Just dinner.I'd set the table twice. Rearranged the seating. Then stopped and told myself it didn't matter and rearranged it one more time.Marcus watched me from the kitchen doorway. "You're overthinking the napkins.""I'm not thinking about the napkins.""You're straightening them for the fourth time.""I'm thinking about the people connected to the napkins.""Those thoughts won't im
The Second Wife's Revenge Chapter 132: Victor's Release
The hearing took four hours.Victor's legal team presented the cooperation record. Complete. Documented. Forty-seven pages of testimony, evidence leads, and critical assistance provided to the federal prosecution.The storage facility key. The secret office. The partnership agreement that identified Morrison. The details about Edward Ashford's Covenant involvement. All of it traced directly to Victor's cooperation.The prosecutor's office didn't oppose the release. That was significant. The people who'd built the case against The Covenant's members telling the judge that Victor's assistance had been genuine and substantial.I sat in the gallery. Marcus beside me. I'd decided three days before the hearing what I would say if asked.The judge asked.I stood. "Victor Ashford ordered my kidnapping when I was five years old. That crime shaped my entire life. The damage it caused my mother. The years I spent in foster care not knowing who I was. Those things don't disappear because he coope
The Second Wife's Revenge Chapter 131: The Trial Begin
Three months changed everything and nothing.Grace at three months was a different creature from Grace at birth. Five pounds three ounces of fighter had become twelve pounds of person. Dark hair growing in properly now. Eyes tracking faces across rooms. Hands grabbing at anything within reach with the focused determination of someone who had decided the world belonged to her.Her cardiology follow-ups showed a heart working perfectly. Every appointment Dr. Hernandez called her his best patient. Grace looked at him with the serious evaluating expression she gave everyone new. Decided he was acceptable.The trials started in January.Not all of them. One hundred and thirty-six defendants across nineteen states meant years of court proceedings. Teams of prosecutors. Endless motions and continuances and legal maneuvering. Justice, real justice, was slow and exhausting and necessary.But the first trials started. The most significant ones. The two federal judges. The congressman. The bank
The Second Wife's Revenge Chapter 130: The Aftermath
Robert's hospital room was smaller than the ones at Albany Medical. Single window. View of a parking structure. The specific indignity of city hospital rooms.He sat up in bed. Left shoulder bandaged. Arm in a sling. IV line. Hospital gown.Complaining about the hospital gown when we arrived. A good sign."It opens in the back," he said. "Deliberately humiliating.""It's the same for everyone," Marcus said."That doesn't make it better."I carried Grace in her carrier. She'd slept the entire drive. She slept with the commitment of someone who'd decided rest was a full-time occupation.Robert's face changed when we came through the door. All the complaint draining out of it. Replaced by something simpler. Relief. Warmth.I sat in the chair beside his bed. Positioned Grace where he could see her face."How bad is it?" I asked. Meaning the shoulder. Meaning all of it."Through and through. Missed everything important. Surgeon said I was lucky." He looked at his bandaged shoulder with the
The Second Wife's Revenge Chapter 129: The Shot
Through the phone I heard it. The crack of the gunshot. Then Rodriguez's voice cutting through everything."Shot fired. Man down. Medical. NOW.""Rodriguez." My voice came out wrong. Flat. Someone else's. "Is it Robert?"Static. Voices overlapping. Commands. Movement."Rodriguez.""Robert is down. Shoulder. He's conscious. Medical is inside."Conscious. I held onto that word. Turned it into something I could breathe around.Marcus was already moving. Dante blocking the door again. The same immovable wall."Move," Marcus said."No.""Dante.""Not until Rodriguez clears it. Two minutes."Two minutes felt like surgery. Like labor. Like every moment of waiting I'd survived in the past year compressed into one hundred and twenty seconds.Grace slept through all of it. Her small chest rising and falling. Completely trusting.Inside the foundation corridor:Thomas Cross stood over Robert. Robert on the floor. Left shoulder. Hand pressed to it. Blood darkening his jacket.But his eyes open. A
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