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Too Late For Regret: My Dead Heart

Too Late For Regret: My Dead Heart

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 737    |    Released on: Today at 18:16

t the twisted meta

ould not

he driver's seat. Every shallow gasp sen

ugh the shattered window. His heavy ja

d fingers hard into

nd irregular!" he y

cold rain and stung her eyes. Her vision blurred at

oad. He dug through her ruined Birkin b

is kit, carefully held the device. He managed to activate the sc

da

r the heavy rain. Hallie felt a weak flutter in

ide the Waldorf Astoria in Man

He felt the heavy vibration of h

ed at the screen. The nam

formed in his stomach. He stepped out onto t

g now?" Aidan asked. His

sed the phone to h

ur wife has been in a severe

over the line fo

l, hopeful squeeze. He was g

the speaker. The sound pierced right t

stop the divorce," Aidan said. "I do

the phone onto the passenger seat, his entire focus snapping back to the woman p

eezing weight dropped into her stomach. The tear at the cor

ud, continuous piercing sound. The jagged green li

etcher. He placed his hands over H

her ribs breaking

did not fee

essness took over. The heavy p

e shifted upward. She floated in the co

ushing on her chest. She looked at her o

He looked at his watch. He sh

to grab the man's shoulder. Her fingers

he was dead. She was stuck in this col

he men lifted her heavy body and placed it insid

ce. The doors slammed shut. The red and blue lig

e the empty cliff. A mass

r chest. It was not a physical h

e had no control. She was dragged through the storm, moving faste

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Too Late For Regret: My Dead Heart
Too Late For Regret: My Dead Heart
“Rain lashed against the twisted metal as Hallie lay pinned in the wreckage of her car, her chest crushed and fading fast. The paramedic found her phone and desperately dialed her husband, Aidan. "Your wife has been in a severe car crash! We're losing her!" the paramedic shouted over the storm. A harsh, mocking laugh came through the speaker. "Tell her this is a pathetic way to stop the divorce," Aidan sneered. "I do not have time for her crazy games." The line went dead, and Hallie's heart flatlined. Separated from her body, Hallie's ghost was forced to witness the horrific aftermath of her own death. Her mother refused to claim her corpse because there was no insurance payout, telling the hospital to throw her in a ditch. Pulled back to her penthouse, she found Aidan gently holding her sister, Cecile. Cecile sobbed about Hallie's "fake crash" in Aidan's arms, but the moment he looked away, a wicked smirk of victory spread across her face. Cecile was the predator, and Aidan was her willing protector. He even ordered Hallie's brilliant, life's-work sketchbook to be thrown into an industrial shredder, giving all her corporate resources to fund Cecile's debut. Hovering in the cold air, Hallie watched her three years of devotion turn to ash. She was treated like garbage, a mere stepping stone for her sister's rise. But just as her soul turned to ice, Aidan's face suddenly grew paranoid. "Check her medical records," Aidan ordered his assistant coldly. "Find out who is helping her fake this injury." Hallie's invisible spirit shivered with a dark, vengeful anticipation. What would her arrogant husband do when his relentless digging finally uncovered her cold, dead body?”