Too Late For Regret: My Cold Husband's Tears
partition hummed as it rose, sealing the driver away and leaving Frederica
ngers had dug in. She turned her head, staring out the wi
ns of his shirt, his chest heaving as if he had run
ght, Frederica?" he asked. His voice was cold, co
s were hollow. "I was clea
to the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulled ou
refused delive
ology gift" his assistant had tried to deliver a
e said, shoving the box back tow
er, crowding her, pinning her between his body and
. Pink diamonds. Rare
ed her l
struggled, trying t
ght over the red marks his grip had left earlier. The clasp
e!" she cried, he
the leather seat, leaning his fore
ispered, his voice dropping to a d
over the cold sto
Mrs. Reilly, you wea
in the passing streetlights. It felt heavy, lik
ined out of her, replaced by a deep, aching exhaustion.
. For a split second, his mask slipped, revealing something raw. But then
rtment building. Easton got ou
et weighing down her arm. It felt
, and up to the penthouse. She went straigh
ng the bracelet around and around on he
ound cut through the
he caller ID read
red. "Mrs
e was high, panicked. "You have to come!
ammering against her ribs. "I
!" Mrs. Higgins was sobbing
bbed her keys and ran out of the room, the pink diamonds flas
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