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Too Late For Regret: His Ruined Empire

Too Late For Regret: His Ruined Empire

Author: Gavin
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1027    |    Released on: 26/12/2025

I thought we were a power couple, but I came home to find him intimately comforting another woman-

liberately smashed my priceless,

fe, Jace violently shoved me to the floor. My head hit the hard mar

s face twisted with

lay a hand on

love I had for him died, replaced by a cold, burning rage.

all. "Father," I whispered, my voice sha

pte

oe

e city lights doing little to soften the scene before me. Jace was there, his back to me, his hands gently kneading Brenna' s shoulders. Her hea

ul echo resona

sed to massage my shoulders

s tech CEO, believing in a future built

itectural career, silencing the

for the picture of domes

nt, a symbol of our success,

proudly built, had been founded

eir old money and even older pow

rtner, his silent stre

Jace' s deceased business partner, arrived at o

ar-stained, and und

n his eyes that I hadn't seen before

for his late

had nowher

ing me, without even a gla

unced, his voice firm, leav

she's sett

triarch of our corporate empire, ha

hat single, unspoken quest

e about thi

trying to be the supportive w

ncerns, tried to explain h

y words away like

oe. And pregnant. Sh

shield, protecting her from

ife, felt subtly eroded, like sand

enthouse, watching Brenna we

spills in my fa

s for Jace's time, alw

ent, would flicker with a knowin

ally and figuratively, until he

rs, sharing hushed conversations,

arted

fetch her a glass of water, inter

ing Jace's immediate attentio

side, his brow furrowed with c

aps willfully ignorant, t

to be, the ambitious architec

those dreams aside,

r

e a distant memory, a s

dentity had left me brittle,

der massage, in our living room, u

a massage. It w

etrayal far deeper than I had

over me, mingling with

cy, was being dragged thro

my movements as quiet as

ctively reache

g slightly, scrolled

into the receiver, m

mfort, now felt like the sharp edg

asting like ash in my mouth. "Ev

ween us, thick with u

r," he finally replied, h

hing, and then

ening my features. The old Chloe was dead.

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