I sat at the dining table, staring at the elaborate anniversary dinner I had prepared for James Fletcher. Since I became pregnant, he hadn’t come home much, always saying work kept him busy, often requiring him to travel. This time, he told me in advance that he would celebrate our anniversary with me. Overjoyed, I pushed through the discomfort of being five months pregnant to cook him a feast.When I heard the doorbell, I thought James had returned. I rushed to open the door, only to find Lisa Smith standing there, holding a kitchen knife.She lunged at me with the knife. Panicked, I ran down the hallway, banging on neighbors’ doors for help. I tried to escape through the emergency stairwell, but Lisa pushed me down the stairs.The neighbors, hearing the commotion, rushed out to see what had happened. I lay on the staircase landing, wracked with pain, blood pooling beneath me. Meanwhile, Lisa had already slashed her own arm with the knife, pretending I had attacked her. Tears stre
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