Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex Husband!

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him finding out

abinet and unlocked it. From the hidden compartment inside, I pul

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yself, while opening the bag. I

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from my wrists until they clicked, notifications began

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e with a sudden, fierce protective instinct

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initive snap. Then I rose and walked out of the room, my stride humming wi

m every single thing

before the entire company collapsed under the

blow. My jaw tightened so hard it ached as I moved to his computer, knowing I had

ime to dawdle

my laptop to

made my skin tingle. Through an anonymous profile I'd kept hidden

e as Managing Director and approved the

ion flashed on my screen: Th

aped me, a weight lift

e, I decided to snoop th

rruption I found lurking beneath h

tter. Embezzling funds. Laundering money. I saw chats where he spoke comfortably with me

rp smile. So this was the man who h

every shred of proof-to my private system. Then I logge

eased to every major news outlet e

d to drug me and destroy my re

ront-row seats to his

nd left his office withou

I stepped back into th

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hed my lips as I

c image than anything else, but he was also the only person in that ent

t could I give him

randson was unfit to rule a

there. Happy birthday

r thing, I walked to my wardrobe

wore... a dress too big, too dull, the drab uniform of a dutiful, i

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gown hanging at the far end of the wa

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