I woke up from the coma and heard my son whisper, “Don’t open your eyes”… my husband and my own sister were waiting for me to d!e so they could take everything.

don’t move,” he whispered. “I already called for help.”

“What did you say?” Ryan snapped.

Ethan straightened. “I said I love her.”

Claire’s purse clicked open.

“The notary is downstairs,” she said.

Ryan grabbed my hand, his fingers digging into my skin.

“You’re signing those papers, Emily,” he whispered. “One way or another.”

But I wasn’t dying anymore.

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