Too Late For Regret: The Genius Ex-Wife

Chapter 5

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pet outside Rockefeller Center. Reporters screamed over the

o a stop. A valet in a heavy coat ru

n that defied the freezing temperature. Her red-soled heels clicke

tuxedo fit flawlessly, emphasizing his broa

tantly wrapped her hands around his b

ed the perfect image of the billionaire and his returnin

ing. High-society elites swarmed them, offering

her head against Alistair's shoulder. "Thank you for

ver the crowd. They locked onto a white grand

aphina, sitting on a similar bench, her head t

up his throat. He grabbed a glass of champagne from

e. Her eyes narrowed for a fraction of

e the money and leave?" Laelia asked,

o. "She signed the papers.

She stood on her tiptoes and pr

ped the intimate moment. Within seco

tair. He leaned in close. "Sir.

o cry, to demand to see him. Her sudden surren

d, his voice harsh. "And I want her out o

agne, hiding her smirk

ow. When a rare pink diamond necklace was presented, h

and fastened it around Laelia's neck in front of

ly, burying her face in his chest,

But his eyes looked past her hair, staring

e opened his messages with Seraphina. The screen was b

cket, anger flaring in his gut. He f

e dance floor. The orche

image of her jagged, blood-smeared signature haunted him. He abruptly stopped dancing, pulling away from Laelia's embrace. "I have to go," he muttered, his voice tight. He ignored h

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Too Late For Regret: The Genius Ex-Wife

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“I placed the positive pregnancy test on the black marble island, expecting at least a flicker of emotion from my billionaire husband. Instead, his assistant dropped a thick divorce agreement right on top of it. "Laelia is back in New York," Alistair said, his eyes completely dead. "This two-year game is over. Get rid of it." He ordered his private security to book an abortion clinic for that very night. To protect my unborn child, I fled through a freezing maintenance shaft and threw myself off a snowy cliff into a rocky ravine. When I woke up battered and bruised in the hospital, I faked a miscarriage, hoping he would finally let me go. Instead of an ounce of pity, he choked me, called me a vile creature, and had his guards throw me out into a deadly Manhattan blizzard in nothing but a thin hospital gown. As the hypothermia set in, I remembered my father jumping off a Wall Street high-rise, driven to bankruptcy by the very man who just left me and his own blood to freeze to death. For two years, I had played the submissive stand-in wife, mapping out every vulnerability in his empire, but I never expected him to be this ruthless. Just as I was about to lose consciousness in the snow, a black Maybach skidded to a halt in front of me. Inside sat Silas Rhodes, Alistair's biggest corporate rival. I dragged my battered body up and offered him the ultimate weapon to burn my ex-husband's empire to the ground.”