Too Late For His Regret Now

Chapter 4

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at the kitchen island, a thick textbook

Jeanie marched into the kitchen, her face twisted in a sco

dress. A dark, dried red wi

water only. Use the special imported

to her secret dinner with Carolina last night. The wine st

y closed my book, gone to the laundry ro

heavy cover of my tax book closed.

rectly. "I have a headache," I said,

ouldn't process that the docile stray dog she had

iked an octave. "You lazy parasite! You eat my foo

hed the silk dress across t

two blocks down, t

her knuckles white. "You ungrateful litt

e entryway, holding a leather briefcase. He

saw his mother's furious fac

"Look at how she treats me! I asked her for one

land. He looked down at me with t

dered. "And go wash the damn dr

planned to marry. He looke

nic in my chest. I just tilted my head and aske

eath. His face hardened

for you!" he yelled, pointing at the floor. "The least

y time I asked for basic respect. It used to mak

y head. I didn't

stood up from the stool, and walked

disbelief. "If you walk out of this kit

break m

om and slammed the door behind m

crash of a ceramic bowl hitting th

low, genuine smile spread across my fa

olding desk and op

burn this

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“For three years, I, Aubrey, had poured my heart into serving Kieran and his mother, Jeanie. I cooked, cleaned, and endured Jeanie's sharp insults and Kieran's quiet neglect, all while believing I was his fiancée, building a future for us after sacrificing my own professional dreams. This illusion shattered one night when I overheard Jeanie tell Kieran he needed to marry "Carolina" for her family's money, coldly dismissing me as a "free nanny" and a "temporary substitute." Later, I discovered Kieran's phone, unlocked with the password of our anniversary date, filled with six months of intimate texts from Carolina, plans for a bridal fitting, and a cruel group chat with Jeanie plotting my departure. Lying in bed beside him as he texted his true fiancée, the betrayal was a suffocating weight. The last shred of warmth I held for him vanished, replaced by a cold, metallic resolve. The next morning, I calmly photographed every damning piece of evidence. I dug out my dusty CPA textbooks, wiping away three years of neglect, and registered for the exam I'd abandoned for him. My ambition, long buried alive, was suddenly breathing again. It was time to reclaim my life. I would not just leave; I would dismantle everything they built. Watch me burn this house down.”