Too Late For Regret: My Dead Heart

Chapter 2

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he dark sky. The wind

ed out, overriding the first-the primal ache of the first betrayal she

concrete ceiling. She lande

beer filled her nose. Loud electronic

looked at the poker

l. Her eyes were red. She held a lit c

man who raised

of the table. She yelled at the dealer to deal the cards

on the table. She open

phone rang in h

ared at the screen. She

busy losing mon

is Ms. Dafne Hill? I am calling from the emer

e took a drag o

roe died in a car accident tonight," the nurs

pathetic piece of hope fluttered in her chest. She wait

idened. She sa

Did she leave a life insurance

nce information on file, ma'am. We just need

face. Her mouth twisted into an ugly

ne shouted into the phone. "That little bitch was cheap when

e need so

interrupted. "Throw her in the incinerator

phone onto the poker table. She mutter

l. The words hit her like ph

mbered being sixteen. She remembered working

open, taking the crumpled bills, and pushi

e Group lobby last year, screaming for alimo

hing with the man next to her,

augh tore from

had never been loved. Not by

boiled in her chest

e the poker table flickered wil

ursed the casino's cheap electr

connecting Hallie to Dafne

e grabbed Hallie again. It

e bright lights of the Manhatta

d straight toward the massive penthouse i

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“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?”