Too Late For My Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 6

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way, a skinny young man who had been trying to make himself i

toward the stairs, his footstep

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ind my back and drove a knee into my spine, p

arriage contract off the coffee table, and marched back over as the assis

ox, revealing the bright red ink

my hair, and yanked my head back. My

he snarled in my face, his breath hot and sour. "Playing the lo

t fist open, squeezing my knuck

rs went numb. Brennan grabbed my thumb

t page of the contract onto the floor right in fron

my ink-stained thumb onto the signat

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ression darke

and looked down at me l

insurance," he said coldly. "I need real le

out of his pocket

p his face, making his

ing outside into the house,"

my eyes flew wide open. "Bre

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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.”