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Too Late For Regret, the Billionaire Cherishes Me

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 634    |    Released on: Today at 17:46

cold, empty penthouse. Haskell wasn't there. Everything rem

the dressing table, the diam

stared at it for a few seconds befo

the refrigerator. It was empty. She had

n, stopped for a simple lunch, and spent a few more hours aimlessly passing the time. By the time she wen

started preparing dinner. This time, she didn't make the dishes

gain. Julissa had al

past eight. Then

touched, slowly

across from her. She picked up he

e seconds before dia

ime. Just as she was about

Behind him was the sound of laughter and c

for dinner?" Julissa asked

e said, the s

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other end."Julissa, I am not obliga

tly accepting that this was the

s side of the call. Clear and sweet, it carried a p

read me a story?

dd

issa's eardrum and shattered every defense

d trembled violently as she gripped the phone

iately went quiet. He had clearly moved to

is voice was sudden

lip, hard, to keep from making a sound. T

started to explain, then stopped

and cruel. "Don't get any idea

that, h

d voice answered. "The subscriber you ha

mb fingers and fell onto the

. Everythin

nt, heavy tears streamed down her face, breaking free like a dam that coul

n't lost to Anastasia. She had lost to Haskell's h

lliantly. But inside the apartment, the world Juli

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Too Late For Regret, the Billionaire Cherishes Me
Too Late For Regret, the Billionaire Cherishes Me
“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.”