Too Late For Regret: The Genius Ex-Wife

Chapter 6

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IP ward. She still wore her white lab coat, her ches

. The screen was illuminated, playing a looped video of

to Seraphina's room. She

hick white bandage wrapped around her

from her fingers, hitting the li

anket. She stared at Seraphina's legs and arms. Massive, dark pur

instantly categorized the injuries.

hought of Alistair's cold, ruthless

he pointed a trembling finger at the dropped phone

her elbows. Pain shot through h

over. "He beat you until you lost the baby! I'

abbed the hospital phone

bbed Clara's wrist, her fingers d

l the cops, he will crush you. You'll

s echoed on the tile. Alistair walked down the corridor, a dark cloud of fury

to yank her arm away. "I do

er slightly open door. She saw the shadow of a man

r was l

second. She needed Alistair to stop hunting her. She needed h

ting on the bedside table and hurled it violently against the wall. It shatter

stumbled backward

omach, and let out a loud, agonizing wail. She grabbed Clara's coat, pulling the docto

ze. His hand hovered

cried out, her voice carrying clearly in

e word 'miscarried' slammed

t out a dry, harsh laugh. The sound

y syllable pierced the crack in the do

wn at her best friend, con

empty. "I threw myself off that cliff. I wanted

gid. The blood drained from his face. His fists cl

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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.”