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Too Late For Regret: My Lost Heir

Too Late For Regret: My Lost Heir

Norrra
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I spent three years being the perfect, quiet wife to Julian Sterling, dimming my own light to fit into his cold Manhattan penthouse. On our anniversary, I sat in the dark with a secret that would change our lives forever-I was finally pregnant with the heir he always wanted. But Julian didn't come home to celebrate. He threw divorce papers on the table and told me his first love, Harper, was dying of stage four cancer. "It is her last wish," Julian said, his voice cold and detached. "She wants to be Mrs. Sterling before she dies. It is the only thing she has ever wanted." I signed the papers and walked away without taking a dime of his billions, but fate wasn't done with me. A few days later, our paths crossed in a crowded hospital lobby. Julian, blinded by his need to protect Harper from the paparazzi, saw me as an obstacle in their way. To clear a path for her, he shoved me aside with enough force to send me flying. I hit the sharp corner of a marble desk and collapsed. As I lay on the floor, I watched Julian hesitate for a fraction of a second before choosing to comfort a wailing Harper instead of helping me. He held her hand while I bled out on the cold stone, losing the child he never even knew I was carrying. In the operating room, the truth finally came to light: Harper wasn't dying. She was faking her symptoms with bribes and stage makeup, and Julian had sacrificed his own son's life for a performance. When he showed up at my bedside crying and begging for a second chance, I realized that the woman he married was gone. I pulled off my platinum wedding ring and dropped it onto the metal tray with a hollow clink. "Take it," I whispered. "It is too heavy. I cannot carry it anymore." Julian thinks he has lost a wife, but he has actually created a storm. I am no longer the quiet girl he broke; I am a Vanderbilt, and I am going to burn his entire world to the ground for what he did to my baby.

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The rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Manhattan penthouse did not sound like water. It sounded like gravel being thrown against the glass, hard and relentless. Seraphina sat on the velvet armchair that she had picked out three years ago, her back straight, her hands folded in her lap. The fabric was cold under her fingertips.

She stared at the calendar notification on her phone screen. It was glowing in the dark room. October 14th. Three years.

The sound of the biometric lock engaging made a mechanical whir that cut through the sound of the storm. The heavy oak door pushed open. A gust of cold, damp air rushed into the living room, carrying the smell of ozone and exhaust.

Julian walked in.

He did not look at her. He stripped off his trench coat, the wet fabric heavy with rain. Water dripped from the hem onto the marble entryway, creating small, dark puddles that distorted the reflection of the overhead recessed lighting.

Seraphina stood up. Her legs felt stiff. She walked toward him, her hand reaching out instinctively to take the wet coat. It was a habit. A muscle memory built over a thousand days of being his wife.

Julian sidestepped her.

It was a small movement. A shift of his shoulder, a pivot of his heel. But in the quiet room, it felt like a slap. He walked past her outstretched hand as if she were a piece of furniture he needed to navigate around. He went straight to the liquor cabinet.

The crystal decanter clinked against the glass as he poured. The amber liquid swirled, rising to the rim. He did not add ice. He brought the glass to his lips and drank half of it in one swallow, his back turned to her. His shoulders were tense, the muscles visible even through his white dress shirt.

Seraphina watched him. She saw the tension in his neck. Then she saw it.

On the collar of his shirt, just above the starch line. A smudge of red.

It was not a bright, cherry red. It was a deep, dark crimson. It looked like a bruise against the pristine white fabric. Seraphina felt a phantom scent hit her-sandalwood and heavy, cloying roses. It wasn't a perfume she owned. It was the scent of a woman who wanted to be noticed, a scent that clung. She didn't need to know the brand to know what it meant.

Julian lowered the glass. He turned around slowly. His eyes were dark, rimmed with exhaustion, but there was a hardness in them that she had never seen directed at her. He reached into his leather briefcase and pulled out a thick document.

He threw it on the coffee table.

The sound was heavy. A dull thud that vibrated through the marble floor. The document slid across the smooth surface and came to a stop just inches from Seraphina's knees. The bold black letters on the cover were perfectly legible even in the dim light.

Divorce Settlement.

Seraphina felt a high-pitched ringing in her ears. It sounded like a tea kettle left on the boil for too long. She looked up from the paper to his face.

We need to talk, Julian said. His voice was rough, like he had been shouting or smoking.

Seraphina opened her mouth. She wanted to say that dinner was in the oven. She wanted to say that she had bought him the watch he wanted for their anniversary. But the words felt like dry stones in her throat.

Harper is dying, Julian said.

The ringing in Seraphina's ears stopped abruptly, replaced by a vacuum of silence.

She has six months, Julian continued. He did not blink. Maybe less. It is stage four. Her stomach.

Seraphina looked at the smudge of lipstick on his collar. It looked like a wound.

So you are divorcing me because she is sick, Seraphina said. Her voice sounded strange to her own ears. Flat. Detached.

It is her last wish, Julian said. He took another sip of whiskey, draining the glass. She is scared, Sera. She has no one. She wants to be Mrs. Sterling before she dies. It is the only thing she has ever wanted.

The only thing she has ever wanted.

Seraphina thought about the last three years. She thought about the way she had learned to cook his favorite risotto. The way she had charmed his difficult board members. The way she had hidden her own music, her own name, her own fire, just to be the perfect, quiet wife he needed.

I will give you everything, Julian said, misinterpreting her silence. The penthouse in Tribeca. The summer house in the Hamptons. A monthly allowance that will let you live in luxury for the rest of your life. I am being generous.

He was buying her displacement. He was paying for his conscience.

Seraphina looked down at the papers. She did not open the folder. She did not read the terms. She did not care about the numbers.

She picked up the Montblanc pen that sat on the table. The metal was cool against her skin.

Julian frowned. His eyebrows pulled together. He had expected a fight. He had brought his lawyers' arguments, his justifications, his guilt wrapped in anger. He was not prepared for silence.

Seraphina uncapped the pen. She looked him in the eye.

If she were not sick, she asked softly. If she were healthy. Would you still be doing this?

Julian froze. His hand tightened around the empty glass. For five seconds, the only sound in the room was the rain hammering against the glass. He looked away, toward the window, toward the city lights that blurred in the storm.

There is no if, Julian said. She needs me.

It was not a no.

Seraphina felt something inside her chest snap. It was not a loud break. It was quiet, like a thread finally giving way under too much weight. The pain was so sharp it was almost blinding, but then, instantly, it was gone. Replaced by a cold, gray numbness.

She lowered the pen to the paper.

She did not read the non-disclosure agreement. She did not check the alimony clause. She simply wrote her name on the signature line. The ink flowed smoothly, dark and permanent.

Seraphina Vanderbilt Sterling.

She stared at the name for a second. It would be the last time she wrote it.

She capped the pen and pushed the document back across the table toward him.

I do not want your compensation, she said. I just want it to be over. Effective immediately.

Julian stared at the signature. He looked unsettled. He reached for the papers, his movements jerky.

My lawyers will contact you, he said. He sounded annoyed. As if her compliance was more irritating than her resistance would have been.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. A specific ringtone. A soft, melodic chime.

Julian's face changed instantly. The hardness evaporated, replaced by a look of tender, desperate concern. He pulled the phone out and answered it before it could ring a second time.

I am coming, he said into the phone. His voice was a whisper she had not heard in years. Don't be afraid. I am on my way.

He shoved the phone back into his pocket. He grabbed his keys off the console table. He turned and walked back toward the door, grabbing his wet coat.

He did not look back. He did not say goodbye. He did not say sorry.

The heavy door clicked shut. The lock whirred again.

Seraphina stood alone in the center of the vast living room. The silence rushed back in, heavy and suffocating.

Then, her stomach turned.

It was a violent, sudden lurch. A wave of nausea that started in her gut and rose to her throat. She clamped her hand over her mouth and ran toward the guest bathroom.

She barely made it. She fell to her knees on the cold tile floor, clutching the porcelain rim of the toilet, and retched. Her body shook with the force of it.

She dry heaved until her throat burned and her eyes watered. When it finally stopped, she slumped back against the cabinet, gasping for air. She looked at her reflection in the mirror across the room. Her skin was the color of paper. Her eyes were hollow.

But under the sickness, under the heartbreak, something else was waking up. A cold, hard resolve.

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