Never to Meet Again, Never to Long for Again
When I was five months pregnant, I was kidnapped by a group of thugs.
They used my phone to call my brother, Jeremy Wirkola, and my husband, Grant Sanders, to demand a ransom of ten million, but no one answered.
I was tortured and assaulted until I was barely alive.
When I was finally rescued, Jeremy cried and promised to avenge me.
Grant was in tears too. He vowed to get me treated.
However, while under the haze of anesthesia, I overheard Grant's cold voice outside the door. “Jessie is waiting for a bone marrow, but don’t forget to remove Ashlyn’s uterus. Just tell her the injuries were too severe to save it. Oh, and get the best surgeon for her. She’s afraid of pain.”
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