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Too Late For My CEO's Regret

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 684 | Released on: 22/01/2026

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phone buzze

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s small and wet. "My tummy

ad hurt" meant the cramps that

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macy. She said to wai

could be there in forty minutes. But she had a meeting

ootsteps on the carpet behind

ing with the CFO and two other suits, heading toward the c

Birdie kept talking, if she

he had to make Birdie sound like a nor

ghtly, pitching it so it

into the phone. "Don't be scare

line, there was silenc

Birdie

lter. Just for a fraction of

slightly toward her cubicle. His

ic phone case. "Daddy is right near the house. I'm calling h

ng for an au

ely. The CFO stopped wi

k. She could feel his gaze bur

said, sounding small a

girl. Dadd

s hammering so hard she thou

She stared at her black

cting the conversation. Daddy. So the husband was around.

oded his veins. He hated this imaginary

s?" the

it. His face hardened

go," he

thout another glance, but the

mediately texted her mother: Emerge

he three dots turn

r, an email hit

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he work area. Family matters should not interfere with core business

mail. Her hands c

cruel. And it was d

of the hall. Bridger was in there. She could

ng a mother. He was punishin

ught. You want a war? I can take it. As long as you ne

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“I was just another invisible marketing clerk at the Jennings Group, a single mother counting pennies to pay for my daughter's medical bills. Then the glass doors of the executive elevator opened, and the new CEO walked in. It was Bridger Jennings, the man who had shattered my world five years ago and left me to pick up the pieces alone. He wasn't the boy I once loved; he was a ruthless tycoon who looked through me with a gaze of total, crushing indifference. The torment started immediately. Bridger targeted me in front of the department, cutting the late-night transportation I relied on and mocking my "supportive husband"-a man who didn't even exist. When he spotted a red smudge of paint on my neck, he mistook it for a love bite from a rival. His jealousy turned into a weapon, and he buried me under a mountain of impossible work, sneering that I should let my husband provide for me instead. I stayed up until dawn to finish the task, only to realize someone had sabotaged my files to ensure my termination. My manager threatened to fire me on the spot, and Bridger stood by with a cold smile, waiting for me to crawl and beg for mercy. I couldn't understand why he was so obsessed with destroying the life I had built from the ashes of our breakup. Did he still care enough to hate me, or was he just trying to prove I was nothing more than a smudge on the glass of his empire? Slumping against my desk, I finally found the digital footprint of the person who tampered with my work. Bridger thinks he has me cornered, but he doesn't know I'm the secret artist he's been desperately trying to hire-or that he's the father of the child he's punishing me for. The war has just begun.”