Too Late For Regret: My Cold Husband's Tears

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from inside. Th

her heels clicking fra

shards across the marble floor. An oil painting

wearing a silk nightgown, her grey hair wild and tangled. She

ed in the doorw

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t the security guards. "Befo

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shrieked. "You s

up her hands, palms open

rabbed a heavy crystal ashtray

nd shattered against the wall behind her with explosive force. A sharp s

a stumbled back. Warm liquid instantly gushed d

od. She dropped the shears and curled int

r mouth. She rushed forward, dropping to he

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slowly. He glanced at Frederica, at t

king a mess

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led Frederica off her mother. They drag

but Stone, her father's s

, wiping blood from her eye. "She ne

is a liability on my balance sheet,

derica that had nothing

arrying a black medical bag. He was the conci

omething low. The doctor nodded ne

t. The maids began t

wall, sliding down until she hit the floor. She press

stood o

d. "I do not want Easton th

contributed half her DNA. The last

he would make them pay.