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Too Late, CEO: Regret Your Arrogance

Chapter 7 The Rolex and the Refusal

Word Count: 1125    |    Released on: Today at 11:09

y toward the marb

of the watch band bit into the soft flesh of her palm. It fe

ng hallway, pushing open the doub

straight to his pristine mahogany desk. She placed the watch prec

her sofa in the corner of the room. Her posture

the darkening room, watching the shadow

tires crunching aggressively on th

was

d with a loud slam. Heavy, rapi

g the wall switch. The bright overhead ligh

jaw was locked tight. In his right hand, h

arched across the room and threw the thick legal do

cross the glass w

oice a low, dangerous rumble. "Sending legal documents to

e flying papers. She did

ht hand and pointed a sin

. His gaze landed on the Rolex sitting

ce before realization hit him like a physic

oice flat and ent

gs," Alya stated, looking him dead in th

a harsh, mocking laugh. He ran a hand through his hair,

y hands on the edge of the glass coffee table,

mirk playing on his lips. "Jealousy. You're throwing

were completely devoid of any

a clarified, her voice droppin

lently at the insult. Th

arms. He hauled her to her feet with brutal force,

fingers digging into her skin. "You are the o

ushing his hands away. She took a deliberate

le anymore," she told

sing the distance she had just crea

hospital visit," Cole insisted, his arrogance blindin

The suppressed emotion crac

you were in a hotel bed with her

es, completely dis

nience," Cole stated, his voice dripping with impatien

o physical violence. Instead, a cold, empty smile touched

h the heavy silence of the study. "So in your eyes, I'm just like your mistress. We are both

heer, unadulterated apathy in her voice hit

visibly. A dangerous, predatory glint ignited in his gr

a rational response,

sh against his hard, muscular chest. He trapped her a

his lips brushin

spered fiercely, his breath hot against

gainst his chest, her breathing turning erratic as

ng his tie and adjusting his cuffs as if nothing had hap

p the thick stack of divorce

ed them into pieces. Instead, he flipped through the f

sed the legal document back onto the gl

sneered, his voice dripping with condescension.

st, remembering he wasn't wearing

e weekend," Cole announced smoothl

elief. "Are you delusional? I w

toward the study door, h

oulder. "Stop being moody. Pack a ba

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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."”