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

Chapter 5

Word Count: 666 | Released on: 08/05/2026

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land. He moved to kiss her, but she turned her head at the last second, and

he asked, his

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he asked, her

From a grateful patient's family. You kno

the one who managed his wardrobe. She knew every shirt, eve

rgery, of the life he had supposedly saved. She listened, nodding occasionally, pict

ked it up, and a soft, tender look tran

out onto the balcony and sliding the gla

edicine had sharpened her senses,

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n't worry, I'll make it up to you. I'll clear my schedule ne

Hamptons. He had promised to tak

atorial whisper. "Don't worry about her. She's been a little sentimental

just betray her; he had no respect for her. He saw he

st of the love she once felt, died in tha

back on his face. He sat down and took her hand.

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pulled he

voice a flat, dead thi

into a description of the wonderful time "they" would have, d

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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.”