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Emma didn’t stop. She’d been silenced for far too long, bullied for too many years, but not today. “You want to talk about being chosen? Let me remind you of something, Annie. He may have divorced me, but he didn’t make the mistake of placing a ring on your finger. Because you don’t deserve it. You’re not me; you can never be me.”

That was the final straw. Whatever mask of control Annie had, slipped completely off. Her hands shook as she fisted them at her sides. The humiliation, the anger, the bitter taste of defeat surged inside her, blinding her to everything but her need for retaliation.

She lurched forward, grabbing Emma’s wrist with surprising strength. Her nails dug into Emma’s skin as her voice trembled with an in unrestrained fury. “Say that again!”

Anger flashed in Emma’s eyes, she jerked her hand angrily to get her wrist from Annie’s grip and the force sent Annie stumbling. “Get your filthy hands off me!” she snapped years of suppressed anger and pain in her voice

The unexpected push sent Annie crashing to the floor. Gasps erupted all over the hall as the guests turned to witness the

commotion.

Annie clutched at her stomach, eyes wide with pain and shock, as a high–pitched scream tore from her mouth. “Ahh! My stomach! Oh my God!”

to form around them, and she just

full of anguish and accusation. Tears streamed down her face as she

would not come. The weight

dark with confusion and concern as he pushed through the crowd toward the two women. His eyes flickered between Annie on the floor and Emma standing above her, her hands shaking, her

his voice low.

say a word, Annie cried again this time louder, “Alexander! She… she pushed me! She has

Alexander’s gaze locked onto Emma’s. The weight of the moment was unbearable, and Emma could feel her world

her. It’s some great big misunderstanding,” Emma said, shaking but firm in her denial. Her glanced darted between the crowd and Alexander’s piecing glare. Despite the haired that burned in her for Annie, she held no malice for her innocent unborn child. The very idea

her like wildfire filled with doubt and condemnation, guests pointed their fingers in accusing whispers, others in

much as touch her, Annie struggled on to her feet, hands supporting her stomach protectively as

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rasped out, her voice trembling but sharp enough to hold the crowd off.

getting caught now. She needed the victim card on

in a look of pure venom, streaked with

Annie shrieked at Alexander, her voice echoing through the hall as she yanked her arm away his grasp. She was angry, her face red with the injustice of it all. His betrayal. “Your car key,” she insisted,

her safe. But under her piercing glare, he relented and handed her the key. “Annie,