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She paused, and a sob escaped her.

Jennifer grabbed her hand, offering her support, and Sara went on.

“When I told him about the pregnancy, he told me he didn’t want me or the baby. To get rid of it because I was no longer useful to him. Then he walked away, like I was garbage he’d tossed out the window. He used me to get back at my brother. At the time, I worked at Scott's company as his executive assistant. I was so naive, so snowed by Bruce, that when he asked me questions about Scott's agenda, who he was meeting with, I gave him the information. He worded it to make it sound like he was only asking about my day, what I had on my plate, but he was pumping me for inside information. He never loved me, never had any intention of creating a family with me.” She shook her head, her throat working, as if swallowing back another sob. “I refused to end the pregnancy, but it didn’t matter. I miscarried and lost the baby.”

Jennifer remained sitting next to Sara, but inside she reeled, enrag