Too Late For Regret: My Cold Husband's Tears

of the table. Frederica stared at the olive submerged in the

speakeasy. Chloe was the only person in New York who knew Frederi

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s a picture of the Sinclair Gallery in

Reilly, Easton's younger brother. The man she had loved first. The man who had traded her to his older

le and clamped her hand over

er mind. "Going there tonight is suicid

way. Her eyes snapped into

hiding at home.' The Mccullough stock is already volatile. I cannot look weak.

ed a layer of crimson lipstick with the precision of a sniper adjust

he grabbed her coat. She followed Frederica out

ocked the entrance. The red carpet was a gauntlet of flashing lights. Frederica bypassed the main entr

unted, not looking

ess into something that could pass for a uniform. The guard waved them through. The moment her heel touched the polished concrete inside, her posture shifted. Her shoulders

gh the front windows, blinding strobes

s shouting for Easton, for

the A-listers. Frederica maintained a frozen, pleasant smile as she moved th

The camera feed is live," she whispered. "I've got a

walking on broken glass. She entered the main gallery, and the noise s

stale champagne. Eyes followed her. She c

ster of women in Chanel. "My God, is that a vintage Mc

She kept her eyes fixed o

they

Her hand was tucked possessively into the crook of Easton's arm. Easton wore a black tuxedo, looking like

stop. The visual confirmation was worse than the phone c

iumphant smile spread across her face. She raised a hand and

He turned. His eyes met Frede

w tightened. He didn't look hap

sponse, and she was done fleeing. She grabbed a glass of champagne

rd them. The crowd parte

e feet away. She

, her voice cutting through the ambient noise li