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She answered, and Cathy's anxious voice burst through immediately, "Lauren, check the Senna City forum, now! There's a post saying you and Dr. Sanders have an affair. The post also says that Michael is Dr. Sanders's kid! It's blowing up!" "What?" Lauren's face drained of color. She said a few quick words to Cathy, then hung up and opened the forum. Sure enough, right below the pinned post, one headline dominated the page. [Breaking! Orthopedic doctor Zac Sanders and nurse Lauren Gantt maintain a long-term illicit relationship and have a child together!] The post was exploding — thousands of comments, sky-high engagement. Her knees nearly buckled. She steadied herself, forcing composure, and

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