Too Late For Regret, Mr. CEO

“Arden woke up hoping last night's intimacy meant her crumbling four-year marriage was finally healing. Instead, Federico tossed a thick divorce agreement onto the bed. He coldly accused her of thinking about his brother and announced his perfect ex-girlfriend, Brooklyn, was returning. To force her signature, the trust fund keeping Arden's mother alive on life support was suddenly frozen. Federico then kicked Arden out of the master suite, banishing her to a windowless, musty maid's room. When Brooklyn later faked a car crash to play the victim, Federico didn't hesitate to blame Arden. He kicked down her door, hauled her up by the collar while she was burning with a severe fever, and threw photos at her face. The sharp edges sliced her cheek, leaving a trail of blood. "If you ever touch a single hair on Brooklyn's head again, I will personally bankrupt your family." Arden stared at the man she had loved since she was fourteen. He actually believed she was a jealous, calculating murderer. The sheer, bottomless malice in his eyes shattered the last pathetic ember of hope she had left. Wiping the blood from her cheek, Arden swallowed a handful of fever pills dry. Love was dead, and she was done begging. She put on her sharpest black suit, painted her lips a bold red, and marched straight into his company's executive boardroom to take back her life.”