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

Chapter 7

Word Count: 679 | Released on: 08/05/2026

eserted alcove by a large window overlooking

nd furious. "Are you trying to humiliate me in fro

iate you? Edwardo, you live a lie

n working too hard. I know I've been distant. But you c

about him. That she was

done with words. She pulled the divorce agreement

age. His fury morphed into disbelief. "Divorce? Are you out of

dn't comprehend a world that di

voice dangerously calm. "I'm tired of your selfishness. And I'm

about. You're being hysterical. You need to rest." He tried to push the papers bac

ng with him was pointless.

Genevieve would be very interested to hear about you

The carefully constructed mask of the brilliant, benev

affair being discovered.

hall. "Dr. Lucas? It's your sister-i

g his attention. His wife was demanding h

e snarled, the words

s. Then we are done." She hel

ith frustration. He wanted this to be over. He w

othing. Signing this was just a formality, a way to appease her t

rnally. It looked like standard boilerplate re-confirming she couldn't touch the Lucas Family Trust. He was too angry and impatient to read the dense paragraphs that followed, which cleverly outlined a one-time payout in exch

on the signature line. Edwardo Lucas. A si

y steady. The marriage was over. Seven ye

at the man she had promised to

Dr. Lucas,

away, not looking back as

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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.”