7 août 2026

They m0cked her while she was pregnant, unaware of who signed their paychecks.

When the cold water hit me, nothing around me paused.
That was the worst part.

The glasses still sparkled. The music kept playing. Lillian kept laughing like it was all just a joke.
The bucket wasn’t just ice—it was murky water, clearly saved for this moment.

Cold ran from my scalp down my spine.

I placed my hand over my stomach as my baby kicked sharply, reacting to the shock.

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