The hospital room felt like a cage. Caleb returned an hour after being kicked out, his face pale, holding a packet of legal-looking forms.
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Chapter 3 - MARGARET’S DARK AGENDAWhile Caleb was out grabbing coffee, Margaret slithered back in. She didn't acknowledge me. She went straight to the bassinet, staring at Miles with a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.
"You’ve ruined him," she hissed, not even turning around. "My son was destined for a life of prestige. A life with a woman of our 'class.' And now, he’s burdened with your filth."
"My 'filth'?" I sat up, my incision throbbing. "I’m a woman who worked two jobs while Caleb finished his degree. I’m the one who paid off your gambling debts when his father died."
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She whipped around, her eyes wide. "That was supposed to be a secret."
"It was a secret," I said, a dark smile forming. "But I have receipts, Margaret. I have every bank transfer. And if Caleb is going to question my integrity, maybe it’s time he questions yours."
