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Edward Harper "died." His car plunged off a cliff, leaving no trace of him behind. I shattered my spine giving birth to his posthumous child, and for twelve years, I kept the family business running from a wheelchair in his absence. It wasn't until the day he came back holding hands with his first love that I finally realized the truth. The car accident was all staged. His feelings were never real. All the pain I went through for twelve years was just part of their plan. It was on that stormy night, overwhelmed by rage and betrayal, that I literally died from anger. When I opened my eyes again, I was three months pregnant, and the sun was shining brightly outside. He hadn't "died" yet. This time, I wouldn't cry. I'd just smile and watch him put on his show. And then, step by step, I'd take his lifeline into my own hands.