Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex Husband!

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now that you will lose your position

made my blood run cold. But I didn't look at him. Instead, I rolled my eyes discreetly, tight

ile she's in a hospital bed?" he snapped, his

n't entirely feel. My chest felt tight, but I pushed the sensation down. "Miranda here has a we

what I told y

ritation with the old man. "Father, let it go. He w

e deep lines of his face as he shot me one last look of pure disappointment befo

fluttered her lashes open, her beautiful eyes filling with te

ghtly over her knuckles. "Don't worry about him, l

smile when my mother praised her for her

ally saved for the help. "I can't wait for my son to be done with his plans and finally get mar

g. I shrugged it off, leaning back in my chair with a nonchalant exhale. "She'll get what's coming t

er nodded. "Make sure you get

d. I h

r. Every time I looked at her, I felt the phantom itch of the scar on my

when I knew she had been the reason for my near-death six years ago grated on

nd longer. Maybe if she had given me something tangible-an heir to the

rly against her. So why

grab what I wanted by force. By the time the doctored images surfaced, Grandfather would be the one pl

arp knock sound

in, his face an

. But he ignored my greeting entirely, walking straight over to m

ig

ke the papers, the weight of them feeling

r. His eyes wer

e bold heading at the

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as divo

" Rage flared instantly in my veins, m

en stolen from me. Because I wouldn't get the sa

it," Cassius said, his voice

senses and realized she doesn't belong

so suddenly? What the hell was

pen creaking under my tightening grip. "Wait... tell me the truth. Ar

was short, dripp

shaking his head. "She is a respectable woman who has fi

oman managed to get my

us? Why are you defending her

. Isn't this exactly what you've

ther. "Right? You want him

e to go ahead. "Shawn, be fast and sign before the fool changes her mind! Thi

ld twist this, find a way to blame me, to accuse me

nto pieces. The sound of the ripping paper

ius's space. "Where is that damn woman? How d

nt slack. My attention was caught by the television across the

filled the

version, little below eighteen years old, her hair perfect

Viking family, the richest, most

the torn papers flutteri

ded by five older boys-had the same hair, the same unmi

I grabbed the remote a

g-who has been hidden from the media for over a decade-has been identified. Sources confirm sh

h

e... a

r's glass hit the floor, shattering in

... if those five men

rd it was painful, as my mind conjured

ck

shredded divorce papers at my feet. A cold,

have