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Too Late For Regret: My Lost Heir

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 1011 | Released on: 06/01/2026

chair was designed for durability, not comfort. The

shadows across the bed. Harper was still asleep. Her skin looked translucent, almost blue in the ha

against his thigh

ther St

d his thumb across the screen to answer. He wa

, he said.

an's voice crackled over

for

tell me your wife was seen entering a clinic in Midtown at dawn. Is there some

. He leaned against the hospital wall. Grandmother

If I don't see stability in your personal life, if I don't see a

hreat. A d

amily dinner. Bring Sera

yes. Grandmother, S

nt. Bring her. Or don't bother coming your

ne wen

dn't tell his grandmother about the divorce yet. Her heart cond

Seraphin

you are calling

penthouse landline. No ans

his morning, sir, the door

e would she go? She had nowhere. The Vande

possessed, the one his company now held the deed to. It was a ru

there. It

ck her phone's last known loca

enter

d. Why was sh

the clinic and saw her sitting in the waiting room through the gla

e phone. Grandmother want

at her phone.

in. This time

e said. Her

that, he said.

m b

s to see you tonight at the estate. If you

e a you problem

Sera, please. Just tonight. I need

e fee is hig

hen did she talk like this?

d. I have an important surgery..

ed, frustration boiling over. You're leaving me and

silent for a

ce the strictest interpretation of the pre-nup. I will freeze every account you have access to. I will tie y

other end. She had no money. He knew that

ed with suppressed rage. I will

never threaten me a

, Juli

ven, she said

phone. She looked at Zoe, who was stand

go, Sera

ou're already here. L

ave nothing, Zoe. No cash. No cards. If he locks the ac

reschedule

came back. Your progesterone is critically low. And with your stress leve

bitter laugh. Maybe

Zoe said softly.

her a bottl

clinic door. He watched Seraphina walk

t was the nurse f

st is awake and she's hyperventil

ed away, the image of Seraphina in her

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“I spent three years being the perfect, quiet wife to Julian Sterling, dimming my own light to fit into his cold Manhattan penthouse. On our anniversary, I sat in the dark with a secret that would change our lives forever-I was finally pregnant with the heir he always wanted. But Julian didn't come home to celebrate. He threw divorce papers on the table and told me his first love, Harper, was dying of stage four cancer. "It is her last wish," Julian said, his voice cold and detached. "She wants to be Mrs. Sterling before she dies. It is the only thing she has ever wanted." I signed the papers and walked away without taking a dime of his billions, but fate wasn't done with me. A few days later, our paths crossed in a crowded hospital lobby. Julian, blinded by his need to protect Harper from the paparazzi, saw me as an obstacle in their way. To clear a path for her, he shoved me aside with enough force to send me flying. I hit the sharp corner of a marble desk and collapsed. As I lay on the floor, I watched Julian hesitate for a fraction of a second before choosing to comfort a wailing Harper instead of helping me. He held her hand while I bled out on the cold stone, losing the child he never even knew I was carrying. In the operating room, the truth finally came to light: Harper wasn't dying. She was faking her symptoms with bribes and stage makeup, and Julian had sacrificed his own son's life for a performance. When he showed up at my bedside crying and begging for a second chance, I realized that the woman he married was gone. I pulled off my platinum wedding ring and dropped it onto the metal tray with a hollow clink. "Take it," I whispered. "It is too heavy. I cannot carry it anymore." Julian thinks he has lost a wife, but he has actually created a storm. I am no longer the quiet girl he broke; I am a Vanderbilt, and I am going to burn his entire world to the ground for what he did to my baby.”