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Intro. You thought the past was buried, a phantom limb of memory. You rebuilt your life, found solace in new love, and prepared for a future brimming with the promise of more children. But fate, it seems, is a cruel mistress, and old ghosts have a way of walking out of the shadows. The man you mourned, the husband you grieved, stands on your doorstep, a smile playing on his lips, a knowing glint in his eye as he looks at your swollen belly. He's back, and the life you painstakingly built is about to crumble.

Alex

@Summer