Too Late For Regret: My Billionaire Savior

idge. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened a new message to Jorja. It's

es were fixed on the blur of buildings

screen flashed with Bradly's name. The buzzing sou

o emotion. She swiped across the screen, t

ld went

years of memories. Birthdays, vacations, the proposal. Sh

phone into her purse. She leaned her head back against

rning to lead. A deep, bone-aching

lyn. Charlotte handed the driver a twenty-dollar bill

e pressed the elevator button, rode it to th

e slid the key into the lock. The meta

ed the d

s on the table, sample centerpieces on the counter, a stack of

the heavy white dress that still clung to her skin, and pulled on an old pair of jeans and a simple shirt

abbing everything tied to the wedding

." coffee mugs. Just as she tossed them int

at boots stomped against the hardwood floor. S

e, bloodless face. She dropped the bottles onto the sofa. She ran acro

Jorja's body

er face in Jorja's shoulder, and the tears finall

sh," Jorja spat, her boots tapping angrily against

l her throat was raw

emptiness. The fragile girl who had planned a wedding just hours ago was gone. In her place, a quiet, simmering anger began to take root. When she looked up fro

o Charlotte. Then, Jor

The site had just posted a leaked photo twenty minutes ago-Bradly and Kira at a private brunch, clearly taken weeks earlier. In the center

at the photo. Her

recating laugh e

l burned a fiery trail down her throat, settling hot in her stomach.

back. "I'm calling him. I

ut and grabbed Jorj

"He's not worth the breath.

hol warmed her blood. She walked int

t at her place. She threw them onto the bed, stuffed them in

er hands off

he could never enter again. She opened her email client and pulled up a blank document. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. She typed out a formal, b

tness washed over her

her glass. "T

t against Jorja's glass. The sharp sound of

erupted on the front door.

oman's voice scream

Open this do