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ppy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announce
on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a
my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our
the family's image. They accused me of
gnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the
one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biologi
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the rest of the world did: in a blinding flash
nd, my mind on the baby growing inside me-our secret, our joy. The next, a rep
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t felt like it might crack and shatter. I could feel hundreds of eyes on me, the
m with Harper Nicholson, his hand resting possessively on the small of her back. She was looking up at h
A loving couple sharing a bea
t was suppos
, moved closer. "Is it true you and Mr
ter, the phone, the crumbling expression on my face. His grip on Ha
The late nights when I' d helped him brainstorm the code for his first app, the way he' d held me when my adoptive parents criti
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