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Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon Heiress

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 880    |    Released on: Today at 10:04

and walked toward the massive glas

chair and opened the encrypt

out a small, black USB drive. She pushe

rd. She opened a hidden backup file contain

their anniversary. She clipped the high-defini

ough multiple overseas VPN servers to ensure the IP addres

ttachment box. She typed in Courtland

She closed the browser and opened the quarte

walked in, carrying three thick manila fo

he numbers. She tapped her index finger against the paper, pointing to th

ders and pushed them toward the edge of the desk. "Initiate the emergency removal protocols immediately. I have full authorization from the board of directors. Have the lega

fast and brutal she was. He nodded quickly. "Y

he Roman Group headquarters, Cou

phone and saw an email from an unknown sender with

The high-definition camera captured eve

. He saw her face clearly. He saw her eyes d

roat. He saw Holli's lips curl up into that cold

d's stomach. The realization hit him phy

ushed open. Holli walked in. Her eyes were red

ped his phone over, slamming the screen

ls are attacking me again," she cried, her v

irst time, a wave of physical nausea was

les as he closed his eyes. He desperately forced his mind to picture the dark, damp basement from his childhood. He pictured the little girl who had saved him, the cool metal of the necklace she wore. That memory was his only anchor, the absolute truth he had built hi

fine," Courtland said. His voice

ded to buy Holli the biggest movie role in the industry

tercom button on his des

rried int

. "Tell them we want to buy the lead actress ro

vously. "Sir, Aura just got a new CEO. She

nson' has already rejected investment off

sh, arrogant laugh. He

nd said coldly. "Double our standard of

he said, knowing the email he was

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Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon Heiress
Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon Heiress
“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.”