The CEO's Regret: Too Late To Beg

ealing the last box in the livin

dark circles bruising the skin under his eyes. He stop

this?"

he tape gun across the cardboard flaps. The sound of

g? Because of last night? Kelsey, don't be chi

ty stitches," I sa

ing his hand as if that gesture absolved him of all guil

box. He tossed it onto the table, where it slid to

he said. "Custom made. It's

he box. I did

klace, Bennett," I sai

aced by genuine confusion. "Divorce? Over a cut on your arm?

"There is no 'we'. There is you and Elia. I wa

e stepped toward me.

on't even know who I am anymore. You don't know my favorite color. You don

ing through the tens

I said. "It's

then picked

om his skin, leaving him ashen. His hand grippe

pered. "What do you mean th

oment, then looked at me

ce, the morality clause in the inheritance kicks in.

as a cold, sha

ike a 'you' pr

. "You can't leave now. Not when everything is on the line. Just

er," I

of the room. I picked up our wedding photo,

don't," h

as his smiling face was sliced into ribbons. The machine whi

nnett," I said over the no

purse. I walk

have nowhere to go! You gave up your apa

he woman I was befor

The air outside w

walk out that door, you get n

ed by his expensive furniture and his crumbling empir

I said. "You're going to ne

med th

n't look back at the house. I didn'

a reminder of the pain. But my ches

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