Too Late For Regret, Mr. Carlisle

those tricks

ndshield like hail, cold and sharp,

slipping off his phone with a wet slip. The phone

and a new sharp pain pierced through his skull, but compa

was

er's seat. His mouth was full of the taste of blood. Outside the window, the worl

lled f

led her

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as like a h

the phone speaker-a woman's sof

oice was as sweet as poison

mach sudden

ackground. "Mom is here for dinner too?" A

Her

final blow. He called her Aunt Celine. That title burned like acid on A

t clinking of cups and plates felt like a

"Your son had a great time. This time, don't blame everything

thought it

lungs, but only let out a wet rumbling. The blizzard howled through the bro

y become distant. "Celine wants to help me p

heir shared life bui

arlisle. She hosted his charity gala, charmingly addressing his business partners and managing his family with the precision of a mult

lo

lly is

o out!" Selin cheerfully suggested in the backgr

had just helped him

herself as a "professional victim." The "white moonlight" that supposedly saved B

orts. Afterwards, Seline did nothing but call 911. Bu

led up on the dashboard. Her vision began to blur. The heart that had just been poundin

told him she would give up her executive position at Glenn Industries and m

ning in ten years of quiet c

The battery is depleted. The last conne

tears of sorrow, but pure, undisguised tears of anger. Angry at Bennett's cruelty, a

to ensure that if she leaves, she will have almost nothing. Without hesita

stance are swallowed by the

ted dashboard. With the last bit of strength,

fo

nt verdict for her life, her ma

but from the memory of last week when she refused to buy

man who could not love her, betraying him.

heartbeat made its last faint beat, a desperate t

o it all ove

othing