Too Late For Regret, Mr. Sterling

Chapter 8

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unhurried. She didn't walk towards Julian. Instead, she turned and headed

ossing it to a nervous-looking Brenda without a word, and followed her.

he chair at the farthest possible end from the head of the tab

able a physical representation of the chasm that had opened between them

against the wood was unnaturally loud in the dead silence. She placed a perfectly cooked filet m

fork. He cut into his steak wit

d, his voice a low rumble that was meant to be intim

't even look at it. Her eyes were fix

pe. With a flick of her wrist, she sent it slid

ood, a pale messenger of doom, until it bumped g

ered down to the envelope, then back up to he

air. "A new list of demands? Decided you want a

back was perfectly straight. "Open it," she said. Her voi

yance crossed his features. He snatched the envelope from the table, his fingers tearin

page. He saw the bold, of

e Agre

dden, shocking disbelief. A short, sharp laugh, devoid of any humor, esc

He saw the clauses giving up everything. He saw the final pa

It was replaced by a dark, terrify

his wine glass. Deep red liquid spilled across the white tablecloth and dr

braced on the table. His eyes were bloodshot, his face co

through the cavernous room. "You think you ca

"It's not a threat, Julian," she said, her v

tion-severed the last

ckward, crashing to the floor with a splintering sound. He stormed around the e

too fast. His hand shot out and clamped aro

d her from her chair, dragging he

here is no divorce in this family," he snarled, his voice a low, danger

ut of the dining room, to

e foot scraping against the floor. She stumbled, her ankle twisting painfully as

en, her face ashen with terror.

ven looking at her. The sheer violence in his

free one, her nails digging into t

ain. He just kept pulling her, dragging her up the stairs lik

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“For three years, Arden endured a cold, loveless marriage with Julian Sterling, punished daily for a paparazzi trap she never planned. On the night of their third anniversary, she saw the trending news. Julian was photographed tenderly shielding his mistress, Sloane, from the rain. He had bought Sloane a breathtaking diamond necklace, while sending his assistant to hand Arden a cheap, tacky replica as an afterthought. The humiliation got worse the next morning when Julian hijacked Arden's work project, making Sloane the guest of honor at an exhibition Arden had spent six months planning. When Arden confronted him, he shielded his weeping mistress and delivered the ultimate insult. "Sloane will be the highlight of the evening. She'll be wearing The Midnight Gala." That legendary sapphire heirloom was strictly reserved for the wife of the Sterling family. When a heartbroken Arden calmly handed him a signed divorce agreement, giving up her rights to every single penny, Julian completely lost his mind. He dragged her up the stairs by her wrist, threw her onto the bed, and violently pinned her down, snarling that his family only had widows, not ex-wives. Arden couldn't understand it. He despised her, treated her like a scheming gold-digger, and gave all his love to another woman. So why did he go completely insane and refuse to let go when she finally stepped aside? After slapping him hard across the face to snap him out of his violent frenzy, Arden watched him flee the room in horror. She calmly pulled out her old suitcase and packed her encrypted laptop-the secret vault of her true identity as the famous anonymous designer, 'Elinor'. Leaving the grand estate behind in the pouring rain, Arden chose to finally reclaim her life.”