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Tonight, John Carter was like a rabid beast, venting his fury over Hannah Baker's body.

As his hand brushed against her smooth, flat stomach, he found no trace of a swell whatsoever.

So it definitely wasn't his. If it were, she would have been showing by now.

By the time he finally finished in the dead of night, Hannah Baker was drenched in sweat.

"CEO Carter, don't forget about the divorce