Too Late For Regret, Mr. Montgomery

Chapter 9

Word Count: 803 | Released on: 09/11/2026

ce glided up the driveway of Cove Estate. Exhausted from a full day of cross-border merger

nd sickly sweet children's syrup hit him straight in the face. As Julian took a step into the foyer, the sole

r light gray cashmere rug was stained with red wine and blueberry jam, while greasy small handprints covered the white leather sofas. Worst of all, right i

-compulsive orderliness. The veins on his temples throbbed violently,

the hell is g

much to speak. Upstairs, the guest room door opened, and Christa walked down in

ergetic today and felt cooped up ind

trousers, leaving a dark oil smear across the fabric. Julian went rigid, taking a sharp half-step back as his breathing turned sh

the boy's wide, innocent face, Julian swallowed the volcanic

tween his teeth, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Maria, replace all the rugs t

ashed through Christa's e

ed about us the

second-floor railing. With her hands tucked into the pockets of her cashme

ast, if Allie accidentally spilled a single drop of coffee outside her saucer, he would lecture her for half an hou

rs. As he passed Allie, he reache

traumatic kidnapping yeste

voiding garbage, eyeing his syrup

looking at you right no

n the air, the blood

be so sarcastic all the tim

"Save it for your precious widow. Also, I'm

with a sharp click. Left in the hallway, Julian slammed his fist agai

black shockproof briefcase alongside her personal documents, preparing for her bank trip the next morning. Opening her encrypted workstation, she pulled up her of

ole, accompanied by Julian's strained, weary reassurances. Allie slipped on her noise-canceling headphones wit

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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.”