Too Late For Regret: My Dead Heart

Chapter 4

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he closet wearing an e

arm around her waist. He lifted her of

r face in his neck. Aidan kicked the be

A tight, invisible chai

pulled tight. It dragged Hallie forward.

derground garage. A black Rolls-Royce Phantom

ly into the back seat. H

ugh the metal roof. She sat

er head on Aidan's shoulder. Aidan took her c

will give you the biggest future," he w

hand. Her eyes fil

anhattan. It headed ea

of the Monroe Estate opened. The car

ow of maids stood on the stone steps. Th

reached back and helpe

e handed Cecile a warm towel

the subtle shift in their posture as they attended to Cecile-a swiftness

he butler had handed her a list of rules and walked away. The maids had

he marble steps. He asked her if she was

r head. "I just

repare hot tea. He led Cec

hallway. They stopped at the lar

She had begged Aidan to let her use it as an ar

d with fresh white roses and expensive oil paint

arms around Aidan's neck. "

r back. "It is

ng twisted in her stomach. She hated hers

"I need to go to the study. I

. She watched

ecile's face vanished. Her eyes turned hard and calc

e chain pulled her backward. She floated d

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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?”