The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor

d the low, elegant murmur of affluent diners at Le Bernard

corner booth-the exact table where Ster

ive leather of her purse, guarding the

t we

on their second wedding anniversary, desperately h

e table. An anonymous text message illuminate

a passionate embrace, kissing de

istakable. They were i

wave of irony and betra

e had booked a table here. He knew she was waiting for him, yet he had the

bbed her purse and stood up, ready to storm the

p, her phone buzzed again. A second an

king for them. Th

cation pin for an exclusive, ultra-

house. The heavy mahogany door had been left slightly ajar, a careless mistake fue

tuxedo shirt was discarde

s broad, muscular chest completely bare, his

e, wearing a sheer, scandalous silk slip that

mphant, wicked smirk played on her painted

n he saw his wife. Instead, his da

th and polished as marble. "Kara is back. What happened between us was a mistake from the beginning.

sical blow, shattering her r

evotion before he even knew her name. Two years of marriage, of si

ishly believing her deep, unconditional lo

g's bare arm. "Finally. You were always so incredibly clingy, Vivia

o Kara, closing the distance in two s

gh the cavernous pent

tching her rapidly reddening cheek, tears

tantly, with the s

ivian's wrist like a steel vice. He pu

ing from his skin, the intoxicating scent of his masculine cedarwood cologne mi

ed, his face mere inches from hers, his dark e

crackled, thick, heavy,

at him, her eyes like shards of arctic ice, completely d

d jerk. Before he could react to her sudden strengt

the side. His sharp cheekbone bloom

't move. He simply stared at her,

truck him. No one

and Kara's scandalous attire wit

e icy and dripping with contempt. "And bring ou

ut a word, he bent down, picked up his discarded tuxedo shirt,

nd humiliation, grabbed a s

g gave a sharp nod to

e study, a silent witness to her humiliation. He carried a thick document bound

E AGRE

l be vacating the premises tonight with no claim to Mr. Carlisle's assets. Additionally, Mr. Carlis

divorcing her. He was e

d violently as it hov

utter of life that had felt like salvatio

pathetic devotion finally shattered, leaving beh

tblanc pen and scrawled her name across the signature line, the sha

't want your name. I don't want anything fro

walked out the door, her

oor. His cheek still burned with a fiery heat. He

ompliant. So quiet. So d

inate was none of those things. A strange, completely unfamiliar p

urb, the cold night air biting

one and booked a one-

ld were going to become ghosts. And S