Too Late For Regret: The Genius Ex-Wife

Chapter 4

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rhythmic beep of a heart monitor drilled into her aching head. She forced her

ad been crushed in a vice. A dull, th

ped to her stomach. She pressed her palm against the hospital gow

reath. The knot in her ches

walked in. He held a sleek black fo

eyes were devoid of sympathy. "Mr. Va

ope onto her lap. He placed a

coldly. "The alimony is generous. Once

The corners of her cracked lips twitch

ripped the IV needle out of the back of her right hand. Bri

flipped to the last page and slashed her signature across

d threw it at Julian's chest.

ing his professional mask. He gathered the

ile, defeated posture vanished. Her spi

sical force. Her father, standing on the edge of the Wall Street

arrogant voice echoing through the speakerphone, systematically destroying

ina Fletcher. She

-in. She had swallowed her pride, infiltrated his life, and

ashed over her. She hated herself for the moments she had almost b

m. She made a silent vow to the father she couldn't

er teeth against the agonizing pain in her ri

room. She gasped and dropped a roll of

rist. Her grip was surprisingly

n Seraphina's eyes. "Y-yes. There are signs of threat

at in my chart. You will tell no one. If Alistair finds

the crushing weight of the woman

nd raced. Alistair would demand medical records so

She had to disappear

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Too Late For Regret: The Genius Ex-Wife

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“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.”