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Too Late For Regret: The Unbothered Bride

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 942    |    Released on: Today at 09:53

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arms around his neck, and pressed a loud,

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l-encrusted gown and ushered Hollie

oden podium, and began walking toward her private

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her figure, thousands of hand-sewn Austrian crystals catch

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afternoon Hollie had steppe

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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.”