Too Late For Regret, Mr. Montgomery

Chapter 3

Word Count: 798 | Released on: 09/11/2026

already empty. From the garden below came the sound of Cody's shrill laughter and Juli

rolled down her jawline, replacing the lingering exhaustion in her eyes with cold clar

rophy wife living off a Montgomery trust fund. In reality, she was a top AI prodigy from Stanford Univers

ree rounds of rigorous, anonymous peer reviews, the editor-in-chief had held the journal's prestigious special issue cover open, waiting only for her final benchmark convergence data. Only the concluding proofs remained. Once submitted under her pen name, Cathy Yan, this camera-r

chair with a silver spoon. Across the table, Christa wore a fitted silk loungewear s

e spoon and looked

see why Madam hasn't com

. A flash of jealousy darkened her eyes before

with me? Does she blame Cody and m

d a warm, con

e and generous. She wouldn't get

around as she spoke

she come down yet? She clearly refus

rowed slightly, h

sn't tha

knuckles turned white. Allie, Allie, Allie. Had that b

d the manuscript under the name "Cathy Yan" to the journal's system. She pushed open the f

s ready. Sir asked

As she reached the bottom landing, Julian was picking up his briefcase to leave for the office. Chr

lian. Shall I fix

lian said, sm

the stairs and beckoned to her wit

come fix

lie's eyes. Did he think s

h hurts. I feel n

lled out a chair. Maria quickly served her a warm bowl of pumpkin millet porridge. Allie

rowing a harmless tantrum. In his mind, Allie had been infatuated with him since high school; her jealou

ullinan. He now held absolute power over the Montgomery empire. Christa bit her lip in regret-if sh

ing th

t right behind her, makin

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“On her wedding night, Allie's new husband brought his former lover and her son to their marital home. He claimed they had been evicted and he had a strict duty to care for his late friend's widow. But the next morning, the widow was sitting at the dining table wearing his oversized silk robe. She expertly played the fragile victim, twisting every situation to make Allie look like a jealous monster. When the widow's son deliberately shoved Allie down the marble stairs, Julian didn't even check his wife's bruised arm. Instead, he shielded the boy, glaring at Allie with absolute disgust. "Why would you push a child? You're scaring him!" Later that night, Allie found explicit texts on Julian's unlocked phone. The widow was the one he truly loved, and Allie's marriage was just a PR stunt to appease the corporate board. Once she gave birth to a legitimate heir, she would be completely discarded. To make matters worse, Allie's own father and stepmother had sold her out for a five-million-dollar dowry. They had already squandered her money on a beachfront villa and told her to never come back. Allie was completely alone, trapped with a husband who despised her and a family that bled her dry. But she didn't shed a single tear. She secretly photographed the texts, bypassed her husband, and slammed the evidence in front of her ruthless mother-in-law to negotiate an ironclad divorce. Then, she opened her encrypted laptop and contacted her old tech partner. It was time to take her life back.”