Too Late For Regret: My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 728 | Released on: 12/01/2026

at the far end, nea

e glass. "Attention, everyone. A toast. T

le. She swirled her red wine, her eyes locking onto Cressie. "Let's

cruel laughter wen

. He didn't scold her either. He just cut his steak, th

er plate. She hadn'

th cigar smoke and brandy. Ellsworth caught Cre

ollow

lamp on the mahogany desk. The family lawyer, A

sit. He leaned against the edge

k document across

Cressie asked,

hild will be a Banks. You will have visitation rights, of cours

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the papers. Dissol

en crying, begging him to reconsider, to think of t

had died in an ele

pen lying on the document.

e said. Her voice was s

ow. "You're in no positio

d. "Not a payoff. I want legal control of the restructuring proc

ound. "You? You want to play CFO? You have

ep the baby until she is weaned. Full physica

gged. "It's reasonable, Mr. Banks. Cour

s hair. He looked bored. "Fine. Whatever. J

uring rights so she could funnel money to her father. He had no

hesitate. She signed her name with a

Not Banks. She sig

the papers

aback by her speed. He had expect

it?" h

said. She stood up.

e study, leaving the

tairs, she heard voi

ria again. "God, imagine having

se. She didn't pack clothes. She packed her diploma. She packed the framed photo o

e stripped off the expensive, ill-fitting dress Ellsworth had bo

d. "But first, we are going to burn

opened her laptop. She typed into the searc

. "Yes, Jolie. It's done. She signed..

hear him. She w

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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.”