Too Late For Regret: My Dead Heart

Chapter 5

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ay. His leather shoes made no so

e oil paintings of the past Monroe

oak doors at the end of t

a deep voic

smell of Cuban cigars and e

massive wooden desk. He hel

leather sofa. She wore a perfect silk dress

or. Hallie passed through the w

. She looked at Aidan with sh

ured himself a drink. "She is

ie is a gutter rat. She only knows how

felt tight, but the pain was qui

He looked at Aidan. "What is the

team has the papers ready. When she sho

ust want her signature. I want her stripped of everythin

uched his arm. "You need to understand, Aidan.

hought they just hated her because she was poor. Sh

ed. "She knows how to protect the fam

w. But Hallie is hiding righ

ordered. "Cancel all her credit cards. Cut off

werful people in New York plan to de

finger. "Cecile's debut art show in Paris is

Jacquelin said. "I will not let th

the PR team to bury Hallie

three years of pain meant nothing. They were g

oom spiked. The air

the room. A large, antique blue-and-w

them turned

"Have the house checked for structural vibrations," he commanded, hi

He checked his watch. "I a

ie followed him. The sadness was

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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?”