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Too Late For Regret: My Lost Heir

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 851 | Released on: 06/01/2026

s, and a driveway long enough to land a plane on. Seraphina stepped out of the Uber at the gat

oor-length, long-sleeved, and loose arou

impeccable in a tuxedo, but his eyes were darti

going to a funeral, he

e didn't stop walking. I

ide her. He reached for her arm to gui

ch me, sh

the window, he muttered throu

felt like cracking plaster. She let him link hi

ze of a small car hung over the table. Grandmother Ster

he said. You

ther, Grandmother, Seraph

tantly to Seraphina's stomach. A

She reached for her water glass. N

are up twelve percent, Grandmother. The t

hina pushed the food around her plate. The

an's phone, which was sitting

humbnail was large. It showed Harper, looking devastated, holding a

lipped the phone over. The l

raised an eyebrow.

at, Julian said.

achment. The video was clearly staged. Who films themsel

na into his father's old study. He

He sounded relieved. He walked t

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dn't look at

she said. I

and pulled out a single sheet of

have already signed it. I am taking noth

Are you crazy? Without me, you have nothing. You a

n the eye. Without you

gue, but his phone began to r

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he said. He answ

passed out! She's coughing up b

an's face. Pure, unadultera

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his car keys. He ran for the door. He didn't even

er his shoulder. We wi

mmed t

t the waiver. She picked it up and placed it squarely in

d past the confused staff. She walked

alled

he checked her pho

ng. 9 AM. Don'

typed back

d her mouth with a tissue. She looked at the red

corner, trembling. If

eyes were sharp and clear.

er said, no one will look clo

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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.”