Jennie Chandler lay crumpled on the floor, her lower abdomen twisting as if someone were driving a knife through it. The pain forced her to curl into a ball.Bright red blood streamed down her legs, soaking the hem of her dress.Gritting her teeth against the pain, she pulled out her phone and called her husband, Daryl Fisher.It rang for a long time before he finally answered.“Daryl...”“I’m entertaining clients right now. Whatever it is, we’ll talk when I get home.”It was loud and chaotic on his end. Men shouted over drinking games while music, singing, and cheers filled the background.“Daryl, I fell down the stairs. My stomach hurts so badly...”Before she could finish, he cut her off impatiently.“Jennie, don’t you ever get tired of this? What’s the point of acting like this all the time? I already told you I’m out entertaining clients. It’s not like I’m doing anything behind your back.”Jennie struggled to speak through the pain. “I’m serious. I’m bleeding.”Daryl we
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