Too Late For Regret: The Genius Ex-Wife

Chapter 2

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up the back of her throat. Her stomach violently cramp

the envelope. She pulled it tight against her chest, her arms

with pure annoyance. "Julian. Call the priv

pocket. The rapid, synthetic beeps of

opped her chin, letting her hair fall forward to hide her eyes. She forced h

ed, her voice shaking perfectly

waved his hand dismis

llway. She forced her legs to move steadily, su

She slammed the heavy oak door shut and twisted the

eraphina," Alistair's voice b

orange Hermès Kelly bag from the top shelf and dumped its contents o

awer. She shoved her passport, three stacks of emergen

er feet. She pulled on a pair of thick black leggi

"Miss Fletcher," Julian called out. "

hest, bolted toward the en-suite bathroom, and locked that door too. She yanked open the utility access panel hidden behind the mirrors-a route she had memorized

r slipped. Her entire body weight dropped. A scream caught in her throat. She clamped her hands tighter around the vertical rails. The fri

into the bathroom. He saw the open access panel. His pupils dilated in fury. He pulled a radio from his poc

the 69th-floor HVAC level and kicked open the access door. Before she could sprint toward the service elevator,

her bones. The guard yanked her off the ladder a

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Too Late For Regret: The Genius Ex-Wife

Xin Zhi Romance

“I placed the positive pregnancy test on the black marble island, expecting at least a flicker of emotion from my billionaire husband. Instead, his assistant dropped a thick divorce agreement right on top of it. "Laelia is back in New York," Alistair said, his eyes completely dead. "This two-year game is over. Get rid of it." He ordered his private security to book an abortion clinic for that very night. To protect my unborn child, I fled through a freezing maintenance shaft and threw myself off a snowy cliff into a rocky ravine. When I woke up battered and bruised in the hospital, I faked a miscarriage, hoping he would finally let me go. Instead of an ounce of pity, he choked me, called me a vile creature, and had his guards throw me out into a deadly Manhattan blizzard in nothing but a thin hospital gown. As the hypothermia set in, I remembered my father jumping off a Wall Street high-rise, driven to bankruptcy by the very man who just left me and his own blood to freeze to death. For two years, I had played the submissive stand-in wife, mapping out every vulnerability in his empire, but I never expected him to be this ruthless. Just as I was about to lose consciousness in the snow, a black Maybach skidded to a halt in front of me. Inside sat Silas Rhodes, Alistair's biggest corporate rival. I dragged my battered body up and offered him the ultimate weapon to burn my ex-husband's empire to the ground.”