Too Late For Regret: His Ruined Empire
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te walls. Jace, startled by my sudden presence, pulled his hands away from Brenna's shoulders as if bur
laced with annoyance rather th
e. What I want? I wanted my husband back
ice flat, devoid of emotion.
er hands. "I'm so sorry, Chloe. I just.
s hand gently stroking her hair. "It's okay, Bre
ife he was betraying, but for th
n me. Jace wasn't just manipulated
ords cutting through the manufact
ds me. He looked genuinely surprised, t
scaping him. "Don't be ridiculous, Chloe. We
k, I know this is hard for you. Maybe we can get you that
tifiable in real estate and luxury goods. He had no idea the
-for-his-love woman for too long
can't stay here! Not with all this neg
amatically clutching her stomach. "I
s arms wrapping around her protectively. "No, Bren
yes burning with accusation. "Look what yo
hang in the air, weighted with unspoken meaning. "
ing Jace speechless for a spli
crying, even louder this time. "He's all I have
s just lashing out." He looked at me, his voice a low growl. "You will no
ugh escaping my lips. "What about our
. I'll protect you. And this baby. Always." His words were a vow, delivered wi
e, but as an outsider looking in at a stranger's life. He had replaced
just moments before, now felt like a block of
by a cold, searing rage.
iage; I was declaring war.
iven me all the a
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