Too Late For Your Grand Remorse

ort his meteoric rise. But when I saw a photo of him at a company gala with his young intern,

nt, a top lawyer, to help her. He coldly refused, claiming his caseload was full, only to later st

jumping from the courthouse roof as Grant and I watched. The final, sickening blow came when Kylee d

ished her and her brother. He came back to me, broken and be

erase the blood on his hand

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f photos. Grant wasn' t just absent from my side at the highly anticipated company gala, th

esting lightly on Kylee' s lower back, his head tilted towards her, a smile I hadn' t seen in years gracing

g that couldn' t be rescheduled. He had kissed my forehead, a hurried,

chosen for the night feeling like a shroud. I gripped the cold porcelain, emp

s, to support his meteoric rise. I had been the silent strength behind the charismatic corporate lawyer, the woman who managed his h

just the final, gaping wound. I lay on the cold bathroom floor, the expensive silk of my dress bunched around me, and I

gold, my mind was clear. The pain was still there, a dull ache in my ches

dn't shake as I retrieved the legal documents I had secretly p

tie already loosened. He looked tired, but also... happy. Satisfied. The k

oice laced with the patronizing concern

and placed the stack of papers in front of him. The s

d letters: PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MAR

ind of joke?" he scoffed, drop

ice steady, surprising eve

y. His brow furrowed, a flicker of genuine surprise i

"You're divorcing me because I took Kylee to a company

so trivial. It suited his narrative. It meant he di

out, Corinne, be my guest. But don't come crying back when you realize what you've given up." His e

d, meeting his gaze direct

ady filled out. Trying to trap me?" He signed his name with a flourish, his gaze unwavering from mine. "There. Yo

table, buzzed violently. Grant's phone. He picked it up, his e