Too Late For Regret: His Ruined Empire
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I thought we were a power couple, but I came home to find him intimately comforting another woman-
liberately smashed my priceless,
fe, Jace violently shoved me to the floor. My head hit the hard mar
s face twisted with
lay a hand on
love I had for him died, replaced by a cold, burning rage.
all. "Father," I whispered, my voice sha
pte
oe
e city lights doing little to soften the scene before me. Jace was there, his back to me, his hands gently kneading Brenna' s shoulders. Her hea
ul echo resona
sed to massage my shoulders
s tech CEO, believing in a future built
itectural career, silencing the
for the picture of domes
nt, a symbol of our success,
proudly built, had been founded
eir old money and even older pow
rtner, his silent stre
Jace' s deceased business partner, arrived at o
ar-stained, and und
n his eyes that I hadn't seen before
for his late
had nowher
ing me, without even a gla
unced, his voice firm, leav
she's sett
triarch of our corporate empire, ha
hat single, unspoken quest
e about thi
trying to be the supportive w
ncerns, tried to explain h
y words away like
oe. And pregnant. Sh
shield, protecting her from
ife, felt subtly eroded, like sand
enthouse, watching Brenna we
spills in my fa
s for Jace's time, alw
ent, would flicker with a knowin
ally and figuratively, until he
rs, sharing hushed conversations,
arted
fetch her a glass of water, inter
ing Jace's immediate attentio
side, his brow furrowed with c
aps willfully ignorant, t
to be, the ambitious architec
those dreams aside,
r
e a distant memory, a s
dentity had left me brittle,
der massage, in our living room, u
a massage. It w
etrayal far deeper than I had
over me, mingling with
cy, was being dragged thro
my movements as quiet as
ctively reache
g slightly, scrolled
into the receiver, m
mfort, now felt like the sharp edg
asting like ash in my mouth. "Ev
ween us, thick with u
r," he finally replied, h
hing, and then
ening my features. The old Chloe was dead.