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My fiancé, Jake, and my sister, Brittany, stole the song I had poured my soul into for three years. It was my masterpiece, the one that was supposed to define our careers together. I heard their entire plan through the half-open door of the recording studio. "It's the only way you'll win the Vanguard Award, Brit," Jake insisted."This is your one shot." My own family was in on it."She's the talent, I know, but she can't handle the pressure," Brittany said, quoting our parents."It's better this way, for the family." They saw me as an engine, a tool, not a daughter or the woman Jake was supposed to marry in three months. The truth was a slow, freezing poison. The man I loved, the family who raised me-they had been feeding on my talent since the day I was born. And the baby I was carrying? It wasn't a symbol of our future; it was just the final lock on the cage they'd built around me. Later, Jake found me trembling on our apartment floor, feigning concern. He pulled me into an embrace, murmuring into my hair,"We have so much to look forward to. We have to think about the baby." That's when I knew exactly what I had to do. The next day, I made a call. As Jake listened in on another line, his voice cracking with a panic that was finally real, I calmly spoke into the phone. "Yes, hello. I'd like to confirm my appointment for tomorrow." "The one for the... procedure." Chapter 1 Juliette Edwards POV: The melody I'd poured my soul into for three years became the soundtrack to my life's greatest betrayal, and I heard it all through the half-open door of the recording studio I practically lived in. "Are you absolutely sure she won't suspect anything?" Brittany's voice was a nervous wh**per, thin and reedy, so different from the powerful, emotive tone she was supposed to project when singing. A beat of silence. I imagined Jake, my fiancé, running a hand through his perfectly styled dark hair, his brow furrowed with that look of thoughtful concern he reserved for managing he
