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Too Late, CEO: Regret Your Arrogance

Chapter 3 The Fall and the Final Straw

Word Count: 1028    |    Released on: Today at 11:09

t waste a si

flying across the screen. She immediately dial

ylee ordered into the phone, her voice all busin

sister. She walked to th

steady, rhythmic rise and fall of Arthur's chest. The mechanic

heavy ICU door

yes wide. "He's awake brie

aylee rushed into the anteroom, frantically pu

The smell of antiseptic and

them was bruised and sunken. His frail, trembli

he breathing tube, his eyes locked

t aching. She grabbed his cold

voice shaking. "Everything will be fine.

door, a shrill, carrying voice

It was Angelle. She hadn't left. She was speaking to the hos

through the crack of the ICU door. "Cole would be devastated if I didn't pay my respects...

ur's eyes snapped wid

eard

ly spiked. The steady, rhythmic beeping

opened around the tube in a silent, agonizing scream.

d, panic tearing at her

into the emergency Code

s rushed into the room, physical

ns yelled, grabbing the

ing. She fell through the doorway and

look

ook of innocence was plastered across her perfectly contou

. The blood roared in her ears,

tting her entire body weight behind the motion, rea

connect, a massive force

It was tight enough

r knocked from her

e blazing with dark fury as he

d ret

ith substantial force. He prioritized Angel

caught on the slip

k the unforgiving ground with a sickening, loud

ushing out of the ICU and

a protective, heavy arm around Angelle's waist. He pulled the ba

ain in her elbow was completely eclipsed b

In public. While her

Alya, his voice drip

ne sharp enough to cut glass. "Acting like a hy

up. She ignored Haylee's

as unnaturally straight.

e alarms, the shouting doctors, Hayl

mind. It's over. She didn't scream, she didn't demand a divorce in front of the gathering crowd of nurses and security gu

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lackened slightly. A flicker of genuine, unfilt

that. Not in public

t she quickly hid it, burying her face into the back

mulate a response, th

His face was ashen. He

t steady. "The shock was severe, but we've managed to stabilize his

hit Alya like a physi

eled her rage drained from

escent lights above began to spin violen

lapsed forward, plunging i

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Too Late, CEO: Regret Your Arrogance
Too Late, CEO: Regret Your Arrogance
“My grandfather was dying in the ICU, his heart monitor flatlining. I called my billionaire husband, Cole, ten times. When he finally showed up, he reeked of his mistress's signature floral perfume. His mistress, a famous ballerina, even showed up at the hospital to flaunt their affair. Her malicious provocation caused my grandfather to go into shock and slip into a deep coma. When I lunged at her in anger, Cole violently shoved me to the hard floor to protect her. He thought my soul-crushing grief was just a jealous tantrum. I realized then that my decade of love meant absolutely nothing to him. To Cole, I was just a parasite attached to his empire, a transaction he could buy and dismiss. So, I stopped crying. I opened my laptop and calculated every single cent he had ever spent on me, adding aggressive compound interest. I handed him the 'Marital Debt Liquidation' spreadsheet along with the signed divorce papers. But he regretted and didn't want to let me leave. "Since you treat everything like a balance sheet," I told him calmly, "I am simply clearing my accounts."”