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Too Late For Regret: The Unbothered Bride

Too Late For Regret: The Unbothered Bride

Author: A Li
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 946    |    Released on: Today at 09:54

iss Marsh. The waistline on this Frenc

t of the Beverly Hills bridal suite, smooth

reflection in the gilde

nds, the corset boning pressing against

ing area, the wide leat

it, an untouched double e

ng to adjust the scalloped hem. "He told us no budget exists for this wedding. A man

with his public app

eeth. "Most tech founders leave these appointments to assistan

ntrol the inven

u to look like royalty,"

photos to look expe

her left wrist-a fifty-dollar piece Basil had given he

harply against the v

ace rustling against the wo

fication flashed

is just sha

read: St. Barth

in St. Barts, and for five years he had answere

uoise water, and oversized designer

words: Some men don'

er text threa

blizzard in New York. All flights grounded. J. P. Mo

tique's air conditioni

d closer. "Is the corset pinching

hem," Al

ed to Holl

e screen, zooming into the polarized

n stood against the glare holding t

beneath his right earlobe, a distinct da

ne and laid it face

asked, lifting a bundle of ivory tulle. "Mr. Mcleod insisted on

Alex

ctor urged, moving toward the platform. "Otherwise the sea

eil down,"

b of the concealed metal zipper, and dragged it d

parted with a lo

orward with open hands. "Please! The antique

t it," A

leaving the million-dollar dress coll

hut the door, and dressed in her char

he smoothed her lapels and wa

ed out a matte-black American Express

ining balance to

ng at the crumpled lace on the podium. "Shall we deliver

ed up her

" Alex said. "

be delivered to a verified residence," the director s

e it on a rack," Alex said.

, if there is a pro

lex said. "The trans

h the heavy glass doors into

heat struck her face

ed at the curb, unlocked the

e passenger seat and pulled th

heel, the silver buckle of the cheap

ntact on the dashboard d

ne ran

ang

g, mechan

ng, the connecti

ves drifted through the receiver, ins

ated impatience. "What is it? The board members here in Ne

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Too Late For Regret: The Unbothered Bride
Too Late For Regret: The Unbothered Bride
“Alex was standing in a VIP bridal boutique, getting fitted for a million-dollar custom gown paid for by her billionaire tech CEO fiancé. They had been together for eight years, building his empire from a cold studio apartment to Wall Street. But while she was suffocating in French lace, her phone buzzed with an Instagram post from his executive assistant, Hollie. It was a beach photo in St. Barts. In the reflection of Hollie's sunglasses, Alex clearly saw Basil-the man who had just texted her that he was trapped in a New York blizzard for emergency board meetings. When Basil returned, he didn't even try to hide his betrayal. At a high-society gala, Alex caught them making out behind a velvet curtain, with Basil feeding Hollie dessert and promising her executive suites. The final straw came during her last dress fitting. Basil brought Hollie along, mocked Alex's custom gown as boring, and bought Hollie an ultra-revealing bridal sample to try on right in front of her. When Alex threw a glass of champagne in the assistant's face, Basil flew into a rage. He shoved Alex violently to the marble floor, severely injuring her elbow. "Get on your knees and apologize," he snarled, standing over her. "Or the wedding is off. Let's see how long you survive in this city without my capital." He truly believed that eight years of her silent sacrifices and brilliant legal work were just stepping stones for his ego. He thought that without his wealth, she was just an insecure, helpless woman who would cry in an empty mansion and beg for his mercy. But Basil forgot one crucial detail: Alex wasn't just his fiancée, she was an apex corporate litigator. She didn't shed a single tear. Instead, she packed her bags, threw his first promise ring down the trash chute, and walked into his favorite Michelin-starred restaurant three days later to serve him with papers for a total asset partition.”