Too Late For Love: My Coldhearted Ex-Husband

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ted from the nurse. He was sketching a diagram-a complex schematic for a h

Her hair was frizzy from the humidity, her si

sed. It sounded more lik

ce was pale, the bruising around his eye stark against his skin.

her. Really l

is solar system. Every mood, every whim, e

in a wrinkled dress stan

den asked. His voic

you have any idea what you put me through tonight?

ted the pen at his phone on the table. "I saw the vid

out. He criticized her singing? Jorden? T

sputtered. "People were asking where you w

aid. He closed the notebook. "I'm fine. You'r

e saw the bandages on his chest. The bruis

ly, replaced by that unco

r voice softer, but still demanding. "W

. "She made it very clear tha

u were hurt! Chlo

aid simply. "You asked about the d

er knuckles were white. "That's

Catarina, look at me. Look at the monitor. I almost died t

ed. She hadn'

something. If I had died, your biggest problem wou

. Tears pricked her eyes. "I love

. "You love having a servant. You do

your

w," Jor

in the air. Hea

t mean?" Catar

ow, controlled breath to manage the spike of pain in his ribs, "that I'm tired

reaking up with me?

cus. Go have him. He's all yours. No more guilt. No

had told her friends a thousand times that she felt "trapped" with Jorde

ow that he was looking at her wi

like the floor was drop

quickly. "It's the concuss

p his pen again. "But I've never

tebook and start

look exhausted. And yo

hed her face. She looked at

mall. She

in the uncomfortable plastic chair next to the bed. "

uit yourself. But don't e

ching of the pen against the pape

ng him. She waited for him to break. She

did

es passed

of equations and diagrams. He

their marriage, Catari