Too Late For Regret: My Ex-Husband's Downfall

Chapter 3

Word Count: 819 | Released on: 08/05/2026

gentle, diffused, not the harsh glare of a typical hospital. The air

nnected to an IV drip, the clear fluid slowly seeping into her vein. S

ket. He

up, her head swimming, and fumbled

ng for

iet rumble from the corner of the ro

ight, she saw the figure from the garage. He was tall, dressed in the same black trench coat. His face was starkly handsome

llapsed. I called an ambulance. They

he video was still there. Not just there, but moved into a new, password-pr

replaced by suspicion. "Who

emotion. "I was passing by. As for why... let's just

acelet, the same kind she had. An identification band for a clinical trial p

l file on her bedside table-the one the paramedics must

diagnosis. She

his tone still unnervingly calm. He gestured to her phone

washed over her aga

ly on him," Kash stated, not

her sides. "That's n

asn't. But you collapsed in the Ward Institute's parking garage. And I h

pulled out a small, unassuming white

the VX-7 project. It's not on the market. I ha

ng it a miracle drug, a theoretical game-changer. He said it could halt the disease

this?" she whispere

want to live, you'll enroll in the VX-7 trial." He paused,

your eyes open. This place isn't always what it seems. Ju

reeled.

er. "And you're desperate. A woman who has just been abandon

were true. And in their brutal honesty, they ignited something wit

face of the mysterious man offering it. He was right. S

n eyes clear and hard fo

, her voice stea

of approval. He turned to leave, h

said over his shoulder. "Stop relying on other people, Colett

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Too Late For Regret: My Ex-Husband's Downfall

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“Colette Bentley gripped her terminal leukemia diagnosis, her world shattering. Her only comfort was that her husband, Edwardo, was the country's foremost hematologist. But when she called him, desperate for a lifeline, she didn't hear his reassuring voice. Instead, she heard the playful voice of her own sister, Cleo. "Edwardo, hurry up. The water's getting cold..." As Colette stood outside an exclusive club hours later, collapsing in a pool of her own blood, Edwardo was busy pressing Cleo against his car and gifting her diamonds. He ignored Colette's emergency calls, coldly texting back that he was too busy to be bothered. When Colette miraculously secured a single, priceless vial of an experimental drug to save her own life, Edwardo broke into her private safe and stole it. He fed her life-saving medicine to his mistress to treat a minor symptom, smiling proudly as he claimed he knew Colette wanted to help. "I confirmed it was the VX-7 compound and gave it to Cleo. The effect was miraculous." He had completely erased her existence, casually sentencing his own wife to death to play the hero for the woman who ruined her marriage. How could a doctor who swore to save lives be so monstrous? But Colette wasn't going to die quietly in the shadows. She slapped the smug smile off his face, extorted a hundred-million-dollar divorce settlement, and walked into a rival research institute. This time, she chose to live for herself.”