Too Late For My Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 4

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chair. The crystal chandelier above cast sharp shadows across

were talking about taking out the trash. "How can a

didn't scream, and I didn't cry. I just stared at his arrogant face, at the smug curve of

whipped to the side, five bright red finger marks rising instantly on his left cheek. The so

rd me, his eyes wide and bloo

Brittny shrieked, covering her mou

g my hand back the other way and slapped Brittny across her heavily m

nce on her high heels and crashed onto the thic

, looking down at her with a vo

beast, his chair tipping over behind him. He grabbed me by the

for a second. Pain shot through my back and my vision blurred a

y bitch down!" Brennan roared toward the

pried Brennan's hand off my neck. Before I could catch my breath, they grabbed my arms, twisted them

s almost forced their way out, but I held them back. I gasped for air, my chest heaving, but I

me. Meanwhile, a maid helped Brittny up from the floor. Holding her swoll

ried, gasping for breath against his chest,

ious as he looked down at me on the floor. He pointed at Brittn

ing like they were being crushed, but I bit down hard on my te

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Too Late For My Ex-Husband's Regret

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“My NHL All-Star husband brought his pregnant mistress home in the middle of a blizzard. He threw a divorce and fake PR remarriage contract at my feet, demanding I take the blame for our split so he wouldn't breach his franchise morality clause. He claimed he owed the mistress a proper title because she donated her kidney to save him after a fatal crash three years ago. But he was too blind to know the kidney inside his body was actually mine. When I refused to play along with his PR stunt, his mistress maliciously had my pet rabbit cooked and tricked me into eating it. I slapped them both in absolute grief, but my husband snapped. He forced my bloody thumbprint onto the contract, then brought ten thugs into the house to drug me and film a fake cheating scandal to ruin me forever. As hallucinogenic gas filled the locked attic, I clawed at the door and screamed for my life. But my husband just told his mistress to ignore my "pathetic act" and walked out the front door with her. I had endured his coldness and the fans' vicious hate for three years, secretly giving him my own organ to repay a life debt to his family. Why was my silent devotion repaid with him leaving me to be destroyed by a gang of thugs? Just as the men closed in, a mysterious man in the back row suddenly stepped forward and brutally crushed the entire gang in seconds. He wrapped his jacket around my shaking shoulders, his ice-blue eyes flashing with lethal rage. "It's okay now. You're safe." Surviving this hell, I knew my debt to the Hurley family was paid in full-now, it was their turn to bleed.”