Too Late For Regret, the Billionaire Cherishes Me

Chapter 3

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n to the suitcase at her feet. A flicker of surprise crossed his handso

late?" he asked, his tone as casual as if

wo years. He was dressed in an impeccably tailored suit,

cold and clinical, like an X-ray trying to se

Julissa." A note of imp

ong, Haskell? Did you finally finish celebrating you

ined unchanged. "I don't know what you're talking about.

ly. If she hadn't seen the photograp

acket onto the sofa. As the fabric settled, a scent wafted towar

Coco Made

l. It was Anastasia

a silent, vicious s

-deception shattered

the empty dining table and the chao

d you I wasn't coming home for dinner. Why do you do this

ftly, her voice hollow. "I

ou," Haskell said, pinching the

ed him the screen. The call log was pr

t even be bothered to m

rly gone. "I've had a long day. I don't have the e

for her suitcase. "Put your t

g a sharp step back as

uiet, but it was sharp with a chi

d. A storm brewed in his gray

h escaped her. "You come home smelling of

ars. What am I to you? A decoration? A

d out of her, each

ion flat and rehearsed. "Her husband died. It's

r. "A friend whose arm you hold like a lover? A friend whos

explaining. "This is my business," he said, his voice cold

f hope in Julissa's heart. Her duty? Her duty was to

aid, her voice suddenly calm.

lled her suitcase, turned, and press

hing her resolute back. The crystal chande

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Too Late For Regret, the Billionaire Cherishes Me

Edilaine Beckert Romance

“Julissa stared at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test. After two years of a freezing marriage to billionaire Haskell Francis, she hoped this baby would finally bridge the gap between them. But just as she planned to surprise him, a gossip news alert popped up on her phone. The photo showed her husband looking with unguarded tenderness at a five-year-old girl, while his "widowed childhood friend" Anastasia leaned intimately on his shoulder. When she called him that night, he coldly claimed he was busy with a contract. Yet, through the receiver, Julissa clearly heard a little girl's sweet voice call out, "Daddy!" When she finally confronted the "happy family" in a department store, Haskell didn't apologize. Instead, his bodyguards blocked her friend, and he forcefully dragged Julissa into his car to protect his precious public image. "I will not allow my marriage to become a laughingstock." He flatly refused her plea for a divorce. Worse, he coldly informed her that Anastasia and the little girl would be moving into their marital home next week. If she didn't accept it, he would completely destroy her father's company. Trapped in this suffocating nightmare, Julissa touched her still-flat stomach, her heart turning to solid ice. Looking at the cruel monster beside her, she knew her days of playing the obedient Mrs. Francis were over.”