Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon Heiress

Chapter 2

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from the hard edge

till sitting on the floor behind Courtland.

k her shoulders back and let ou

s. He planted his feet, using his lar

estepped, moving quickly around Courtla

down hard. Her palm connected with Holli's cheek. The l

e. She let out a high-pitched s

He stared at Areli, his mouth slightly ope

wrist. His fingers dug hard into he

e yanked her wrist out of his grip,

he eye. "I want a divorce," sh

his head. "You are just throwing a tantrum for at

he walked down the long hallway

d the top drawer of the velvet jewelry box and pul

tland was still standing there, glaring at h

nced twice, making a sharp, scraping sound against the

aight to the private elevator. She

e absolutely nothing!" Courtland roared

d shut, cutting off the soun

elevator descended. She took a deep breath, feeling

the front desk and pushed through the heavy gla

cold drops of water were

. He popped open a large black umbrel

d the umbrella handle away and

in seconds, her expensive silk evening gown wa

up to the curb. It made almost no sound a

mmediately. A man in a dark suit sto

ned cabin. He was wearing a custom-tailored suit. He

mmed shut behind her, cutting off the sound of the r

ber whiskey into a glass and handed it to her. "The family has been wa

skey in one continuous gulp. She lowered the glass, her eyes sharp and clear

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“On our third wedding anniversary, I waited in our empty penthouse until twenty minutes past midnight. When the private elevator finally opened, my husband stepped out, followed closely by a younger woman who was practically swallowed by his oversized suit jacket. He coldly announced she was staying the night because her apartment lock was broken. When I calmly pointed out her building had armed security, she immediately dropped to the floor, faking a hysterical panic attack. "Don't touch me! Please, keep her away!" she shrieked. Without a second of hesitation, my husband violently shoved me to protect her. My spine crashed hard into the sharp edge of the marble kitchen island. A blinding, white-hot pain knocked the breath completely out of my lungs. "You are vicious! You have absolutely zero sympathy!" he roared, his eyes full of disgust. But as I gasped for air, I saw the crying woman peek out from behind his broad shoulders. Her lips slowly curled up into a triumphant, mocking smirk. The agonizing pain in my back suddenly faded into absolute, freezing numbness. For three years, I had hidden my true identity to play the gentle, loving wife, only to realize my marriage was a pathetic joke. I pulled off my heavy diamond wedding ring and threw it directly at his feet. "I want a divorce." I walked straight out into the freezing rain, where a massive black Maybach was already waiting. It was time to stop playing house and return to my throne as the billionaire heir of the Stephenson family.”