Too Late For Regret, Mr. Carlson
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bree though. Now
as a command, not a noti
trembling slightly, not from fear, but from the sharp, twisting cramp that had been wringing her stomach fo
, piercing through the quiet hum of the p
The pain in her abdome
just finished the patch for the server migrat
her finish. She n
standing on a curb waiting for an Uber are unacceptable. Do you underst
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autiful cage, this penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a city that felt a million miles away.
wife. Not partner. Useful. Like
ght by Eleanor, chosen by stylists, worn by a mannequin. Alexia bypassed them all. She re
ed out by sleepless nights and the silent, grinding stress of the last three years. She uncapped a tube of red lipstick a
al slip from the doctor she had seen secretly last week. Suspected
et her h
a metronome counting down the seconds of her patience. Every bump in the road sent a shockwave through her right side. She gripped
Carlson family crest on the license plate frame commanded a respect
ning, Mrs
bby air was warm, perfumed with expensive lilies and old money.
olite laughter grew louder. It was the sound of her husband's world
the room. It di
e crystal chandelier as if the light ex
hampagne, his posture relaxed, confident, the master of his universe. And stand
ee B
mind burning. Her hand was on his forearm. Her fingers were long, manicured, resting there with a familiarity
n lau
in years. A genuine, low rumble of amusement. His
's lungs turned i
pain was sharp, grounding. It kept her fro
he s
e vanished instantly. It was like a shutter coming down over a lens. His eyes wen
her hand away. Instead, she smiled. It w
walked toward Alexia. He didn't rush. He moved
id. No hello. No kis
to say. Her voice felt thi
nd, cutting her
al
o. I've had en
her pallor. He didn't notice the way she was
her presence lingering. "Don't be too hard on her, Je
with pity. "You look tired, Alexia. You really should t
bold Alexia a
looked at Aubree, his expression softening
you get back?"
nod
ck on Alexia and walk
h pulsing in time with her heart. She was the wife. She
at rattled in her ch