Too Late To Beg: My Cold Ex-Husband

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de it to th

ing, sitting on the edge of the sagging mattress, clutching my bag like a lifeline. Haven wa

dn't just open; i

d the small room, blocking out the hallway light. Haven moved to in

of a pistol into Haven's te

tantly, unconscious b

eamed, lung

movement with bruising force. I smelled expensiv

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igging into my arms. His face wa

issed, his voice a low, dangerous rumble

if he were nothing more than trash on the sidewalk. He threw me into th

e ordered

asked, my voice trembling so

ahead. "But we aren't going to the

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f emotion, completely detached and clinical. "The stress of

horrified. "What does t

-negative." He finally looked at me

ear. It was the arrhythmia I had lived with since childhood. A condition Domin

"You know I can't. My heart... Dr. Evans said my iron

see a wife. He didn't even see a

e said coldly. "You will gi

ptic and old money. They dragged me into a prep room. Chastity was in the n

s, looked pale when Dominic

Reyes's chart... her heart condition. A transfusion

Dominick

ick's arm, my f

haking. "If I save your mistress a

t me. He smirked, a cr

, Annis. But fine. Give the blood

ew he was lying. B

rk red blood flow through the tube, leaving me

st felt heavy, like a stone was sitting on m

s warned, his eyes on the moni

the doorway. He was watching the

ring the harsh fluorescent lights. My heart fluttered-a bird tr

head feeling impossibly heav

't turn

bilizing," a nurse called

Domini

he beeping of my heart monitor grew erra

houted, panic rising in h

of annoyance on his face, as if my dying w

raw!" the d

s swallowed me was Dominick walking out

e first time in a long time,