Too Late For Regret, Mr. Sterling

Chapter 2

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plastered to her skin, until the chill sank p

move, pivoting b

p, showing th

rling

, moving through the cavernous rooms where o

marble island, under a glass dome, sat a per

eir anniversary. She had s

d in her chest. She had spent three years believing love could be earned th

er own. She gave up coffee for his tea, filled their home with t

or no

moment, she felt nothing. Then, with a calm, deliberate motion, she picked up t

with a sof

g her skin raw, trying to wash away the last three ye

r hair when the b

liff w

th him. Underneath it all, a scent that clung to his c

rgi

walked straight to the closet, the silen

voice was steady,

sweater over his head, his expr

that had haunted her dreams, the cold gray ey

ng a divorce

e. He stared at her as if she'd spoken i

er eyes, which had always held a plea

each word perfectly fo

, Heathcliff Sterling truly saw his wife. The quiet woman was gone. In her pla

her eyes and felt noth

where there used

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“For three years, I played the perfect, invisible wife to the wealthy Heathcliff Sterling, giving up my entire life to earn his love. Until our third anniversary, when I followed a secret GPS tracker to a luxury hotel suite, only to find him with my sister, Georgiana. When I rushed home to my parents in shock, they looked at me with nothing but cold annoyance. "The marriage arrangement was originally for Georgiana," my stepfather sneered. My mother chimed in smoothly, "She didn't want to give up her ballet career, so she let you take her place. You should be thanking her." It turned out my entire marriage was a transaction, and I was just a pathetic, unloved placeholder. When I finally confronted Heathcliff and demanded a divorce, he pinned me against the wall, mocking my family's reliance on his wealth and treating me like a disposable toy. Later, when I showed up at his exclusive club completely transformed, he violently dragged me out in front of everyone, while Georgiana rushed over to play the fragile, innocent victim. His friends laughed at me, mocking my lack of a college degree and praising my sister's natural elegance. I had spent years serving a man who never even consummated our marriage because he was saving himself for my sister. Why did I ever think I could win their affection by being subservient? Looking at their smug, judgmental faces, the last trace of my timid self completely died. I handed him divorce papers citing "Erectile Dysfunction", maxed out his Centurion card on a revenge shopping spree, and smiled coldly at his mocking friends. "You're right," I said without a hint of shame. "I haven't been to school since I was sixteen."”