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So far in my life, I have died twice. The first time was when my husband came home and told me that he had fallen in love with another woman and didn't want to be married to me anymore. The second time was when my baby got taken away from me. I had adopted her after her parents-good business partners of mine from my law firm-had died in some freak accident. She was the best thing in my life.

I loved her more than I loved anything else I had ever held. After Tom-my husband- left, I lived a l... Read Full Chapter