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Book 19: His Holy Cock

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Naomi had been unable to conceive for eight years.

Three different men who had promised to love her, to build a family with her. And every single one of them had left.

The first husband had lasted two years before the pressure became too much.

The second lasted three years. He was kinder, more patient—but patience has limits. When the third round of IVF failed, he'd stopped coming home for dinner. Then he stopped coming home at all.

The third husband had lasted only one year. He'd walked out t
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