Too Late For Regret: The Ex-Wife's Escape

Chapter 2

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eon sign was half-broken, flickering erratically. It was an ironic, pat

um stay, ignoring the suspicious stare from the front

ouse. The thick vapor blurred the mirrors, te

ater run over her body, as if it could scour away

is perfectly tailored suit, standing calmly at the witness stand. He was telling the judge

er opener, a gift from her l

didn't

t. She scrubbed her skin har

robe and found a quiet lounge area. A few other tired tr

it pocket, she pulled out a pen and a thin notepad she'd smuggled

age, she wro

ever

onera

James," then forcefully scratched o

ed to the death of Kinsley Serrano. Kinsley, once her best

d her, with a secretive smile, that she'd found a way to make

xture of excitement and jealousy. It wasn't th

hese details. Now, they scream

. A way to access the files from

lly bumping her chair and spilling some

and an idea struck her. The most dangerous place is the safes

m in her thin notepad

nhattan, the atmosphere in Carte

voice low. "She went into a spa in Brooklyn

up the external security footage of the sp

like that? She had almost no money. What was she planni

hen put it down. He refused to admit he couldn't

eck all of Eloise Knight's bank accounts and credi

e recliner. For the first time in three y

ng. She felt a clarity she

and went online. She didn't search her own name; that

morous positions and scrolled directly to the bottom, to the j

e Elysian Club. Hiring Night Cl

n New York. A playground for the rich and powerful.

ips. She clicked "Apply," using

e D

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Too Late For Regret: The Ex-Wife's Escape

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“After three agonizing years in prison, Eloise Knight finally walked out of the heavy iron gates. Waiting for her was her billionaire husband, Carter James. He didn't come to welcome her, but to see if prison had finally broken her into an obedient wife. Three years ago, he stood in court and presented the very evidence that condemned her for murdering her best friend-a vintage letter opener he knew was a gift from her late father. When Eloise turned her back on his luxury car and walked away, Carter's ruthless nature was unleashed. "Freeze every single one of her accounts. I don't want one cent flowing to her." He cut off her credit cards, her bank accounts, and even the trust fund left by her mother. He wanted to leave her penniless and starving on the cold streets of New York, absolutely certain she would soon come crawling back to beg for his mercy. In the freezing night, clutching only an old suitcase, Eloise felt a bitter clarity. She remembered her murdered best friend's secretive smile, boasting about a way to steal Carter's heart just days before her death. She realized she had been framed by the two people she trusted most. Why did Carter hate her so much? How could they destroy her life so easily without a second thought? But she was no longer the naive Mrs. James. Eloise signed the divorce papers, left them on his pristine coffee table, and vanished into the night. She disguised herself as a mute cleaner at the exclusive Elysian Club, stepping right into his playground to find the truth and clear her name.”