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Too Late For Regret: The Ghost Wife

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 1058    |    Released on: Today at 11:11

ck into the stormy gloom, but the image of

ted. The air left her

and who had overseen her captivity for five years. The man whose cold, dead eyes

Sta

xploded like a landmine. A sound tore from her throat

eeding hands tearing at the mud, trying to p

ed together. He stopped walking. Slowly, deliberately, he ra

t was the exact posture he used right before

p a handful of wet mud and gravel

ad a fraction of an inch, letting the dirt sp

a low, heavy rumble that cut straight

ent a violent shudder down her spine. He was here to finish the job. T

She turned and sprinted blindly toward the back of t

g legs eating up the distance as he sprinted aft

ss her face. The smell of salt and rotting seaweed filled her nose. She looked d

. Small pebbles broke loose, t

ay. He threw his arm out, his voice cracking

ce, the wind threatening to push her over. Her

tearing her vocal cords. "I know why you're here! I will die

pain crossed his dark eyes, but he buried it instantly. He knew she wouldn't believe he

. He needed to break her curr

panic left his face, replaced by

, Dr. Conner?" Erik sneered, his voice dripping wit

l gown. "It was an ambush," she yelled bac

w, deliberate step forward. "It wasn't random. It w

dy went rig

Delta-Niner. Departure delayed by forty minutes due to a 'me

ssified itinerary details. Only the hospital board a

elled over the storm, dropping the bomb. "They took the money and handed

by your o

tire foundation of her suffering-the belief that she was j

t after the ambush. She remembered him grabbing her collar, choking o

d together with h

s knees buckled. All the strength lef

the muddy ground, inches from the drop. She stared blank

her upper arm with an iron grip and hauled her violently awa

as a hollow shell. She let him

inches from hers. "In this city, trust no one," he whispered, his

l, accidentally triggering the emergency SOS feature. The dispatcher's tinny voice was already demanding their location. Seconds later, a pair of blinding white spotlights swept across the ruin

to the shadows. He gave Deanna one last, intensely protective look, then turne

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Too Late For Regret: The Ghost Wife
Too Late For Regret: The Ghost Wife
“I survived five years of hell as a captive in a Middle Eastern warzone and finally made it back home to my husband. But when I stood at the gates of our estate, I found him married to another woman, holding a five-year-old daughter. The timeline meant he had betrayed me long before I ever deployed. Worse, he had declared me legally dead and secretly drained my family's massive trust fund. When I demanded answers about my parents, he coldly told me they had burned to death in a highly convenient fire. He then had me strapped to a hospital bed, letting his new wife humiliate me as a delusional mistress. To maintain his perfect Wall Street image, he offered to buy me a hidden apartment to live as his secret whore. I was legally a corpse, stripped of my identity, my family, and my dignity. But what tortured me most wasn't his betrayal-it was how perfectly timed my disappearance had been. How did the terrorists know my exact classified route? In the freezing rain, the mercenary who had held me captive suddenly appeared and delivered a chilling truth. "You were betrayed by your own people. Someone at your hospital sold your GPS coordinates." Staring at my dead colleague's bloodstained notebook, the horrifying realization hit me. It was my beloved mentor. They thought I was just a dead doctor. Now, I am going to tear their entire empire to the ground.”