Too Late For Regret: The Ruthless Wife

was massive, outfitted with indu

ly stiff from the encounter days earlier. A faint, yellowing bruise was just visible beneath the cuff

ce. "Since you have so much free time to insult your husband, you will cook

w vegetables and cheap cuts of me

e. She gave a sl

r place. She turned and strode out of the kitchen, though her injured ar

to the heavy wooden kitchen doors. She slid the

of cheap food. She walked over to the m

ned the locked reserve drawer. Inside sat

Wagyu beef, a tin of Beluga caviar

ge. Her hands moved with the precision of a surgeon. She utilized her knowledge

and truffles filled the kitchen. It seeped u

meone pounded on

nner status?" a

ingle bite of the Wagyu, topping it with generous spoonfuls of caviar

ated around the long mahogany dining table. Their

smug smile on her face, waiting to cri

room doors

a silver serving cart. She st

locked ont

was completely empty, save for a

her collar. She wiped her mouth

ous," C

dropped. She slammed her good hand on the

identally ate all the Wagyu and the caviar. There'

o the table and shot up from

ared. He marched toward her, raising

apped away from Leland and locked directly onto

spoke. Her voice wasn't loud, but it

today," Cora said casually. "Jagger's j

m instantly we

as

hattered against the hardwood floor, splashin

ompletely. His fork stopped halfway to h

his wife's pale, terrified face, and then slowly tu

their tracks, completely der

?" Beatrice stammered, her voice sh

art. She offered a s

ora said lightly. "Proba

and walked out o

e room exploded into chaotic shouting. Preston demanded to know why Beat

had just dropped a grenade into their laps. They would te

from the dining room, screaming