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1 On our fifth wedding anniversary, I was five months pregnant when my parents and I got into a car accident. As the nurses rushed me into the operating room, I clung to Reed’s hand with all the strength I had left. “Reed,” I choked out, “you have to punish the one who did this!” His eyes were bloodshot as he leaned closer. “Justice has already been served,” he promised. But before I even opened my eyes after the surgery, I overheard a conversation between him and his assistant. “Sir,” the assis