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Chapter 12: Stitched
A R A B E L L A ' S P.O.V "How do you feel?" I glanced up her in disbelief. "I'm fine, completely and utterly okay with the fact that my husband could be lying dead in a ditch somewhere!" The sarcasm seeping out of my tone was completely justified, even if I was directing my anger at the wrong person. "Darling," Clarissa sighed, perching on the edge of my bed. "You need to sleep, you're pregnant." "So?" I was sick of the pregnancy excuses. You can't eat that, you're pregnant. You can't go on a walk by yourself, you're pregnant. So the f**k what! "Hardin wouldn't want this, he just wants you to be safe and well rested. You need sleep darling." "You don't know what Hardin wants!" I snapped, the words leaving my mouth before I could even register it. Hurt flashed in her eyes, and s
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