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Too Late For Regret: My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 1179 | Released on: 12/01/2026

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he doorway quietly, but her

trice said without

breath, steeling herself.

inical detachment Ellsworth had shown. "You look dreadful. Have

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the folded ultrasound report on the te

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! Get the decorator on the line. We need the nursery done in pink. Pale pink, not t

again. She was just the vesse

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o. Rest. We can't have you looking like

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ardrobe door. She saw herself-the swollen face, the dull ey

ked out. "I'm... I

have housing." Evan's voice dropped, be

ion hung

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oor slam. Heavy footsteps echoed

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go," Cressi

ged. "The offer stands un

d stop them. "But I need time. I have... baggage to cl

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r handl

ed to her feet,

looked tired, his tie loosened, his jacket over his

paint downstairs," he said, his voi

ssie said.

back to her face. There was a moment-a fleeting second-where

niffed the ai

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Cressie reminded him. "

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passenger seat of his Aston Martin. The

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llsworth snapped, h

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lights blurred into streaks of red and

ng Evan's offer in her mind li

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Too Late For Regret: My Billionaire Husband

Chang An Modern

“I was twenty-five weeks pregnant, sitting on a cracked plastic chair at the hospital, when my billionaire husband looked me right in the eye and called me "it." Ellsworth didn't recognize his own wife in my tight coat and swollen ankles; he was too busy shielding his mistress, Jolie, from the "messy cleaning lady" in the hallway. "Just ignore it," he told his assistant as I struggled to stand. "Close the doors. We're running late for the gala." He left me there with a high-risk pregnancy diagnosis and a prescription I couldn't afford, while he drove off in a Maybach with a woman who had meticulously stolen my entire identity. When I returned to our cold mansion, the nightmare continued. His grandmother treated me like a breeding animal, and the housekeeper tried to starve me because Ellsworth said my weight gain was "embarrassing" to the family name. I soon realized the sick truth: Jolie wasn't just his lover; she was a mimic, wearing my old clothes and using my old hair tutorials to play the role of the woman I was before the Banks family broke me. How could a man who once promised to love me now treat me like a stain on his perfect life? Why was he keeping me trapped in a guest room while parading a fake version of me around the city? They thought I was a broken, penniless ghost with nowhere to go, but they forgot I was once the sharpest financial mind of my generation. While Ellsworth was busy playing house with a replica, I was secretly accepting a fully funded PhD and auditing his illegal shell companies from the shadows of his own home. He thinks he can keep me trapped in this marriage just to secure his trust fund. He has no idea that I'm not just leaving-I'm going to burn his empire to the ground before the baby is even born.”