Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon Heiress

Chapter 4

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ieces of the check. The blood

avy leather chair next to him. The cha

rence room, his heavy footsteps echoing down

see the metal doors slide completely shut. Th

around and glared at Marcus

t now," Courtland ordered, his voice harsh and bre

gers tapped rapidly across the glass screen.

ard had a single one-dollar charity donation processed late last night. After that, we received a formal legal notice from her

s the information. He pulled at his collar. "Tra

ed a direct number to an internal co

"The number has been completely deactivated, sir. They wiped it

d's chest. He turned and marched toward the

oors of the master bedroom. He walked straight to the m

letely empty. There were no clothes, no shoes, not even a single st

He dialed the direct, encrypted line to the m

Courtland barked into the phone. "I want h

. He paced the length of his corporate office, checking the heavy watch on his wrist again and agai

was on the line, his vo

el contact I have, but she is a ghost. There are no hotel bookings

whiskey glass from his desk and hurled it across the room. It sm

ng open. His close friend, Rex Holloway

ump you?" Rex asked, a m

a stupid hiding game," he snapped. "She wi

with zero money doesn't just vanish f

ike of doubt pierced his arrogance, mak

wood, a black Maybach pulled into the secure u

alked into the private elevator and

President, Donovan Finch, bowed his head slightly

iss Stephenson'. She clipped it

g windows. She looked down at the spra

tion. She had completely shed the skin of

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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.”