Immune To The Billionaire's Toxic Regret

Chapter 2

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yes remained locked on the spot where the curtain had fallen. The sound of

ing the white fabric and ripping it a

s shouted orders, and monitors beeped in a chaotic symphony. Elmore's large fra

ion. Kendal was standing with her back to him, her head

d. He stopped exactly three feet behind her, terrified t

came out as a harsh, scraped wh

eys. The blue light from the monitor illum

ve key, reached down, and pulled her ho

cal mask down to her chin. Her face was older, the soft edges of

er irises, looking for a flicker of pain, a spark of anger,

ook a deliberate, physical step to the side, putting more

Elmore's gut. The absolute detachment in her posture

ed to speak, the words tumbling out in a rushed, desperate mess as he

eld her palm flat out toward his ch

r. Thomas that this was a professional en

Elmore like a physi

ply room. He noticed the rigid tension in Kendal's shoulders and stopped. He stepped

d his vision. His hands curled into fists at his sides, the knuckles t

s melted instantly. She gave the resident a soft, reassuri

ng out in front of her-ignited a sick, burning jea

orner of the station was isolated again. The air bet

ing growl. He demanded to know where she had been for eight

xpensive coat and asked if the blood money he had drai

of Elmore's soul. The guilt of his origina

o prove to his fractured mind that she was actually stand

k. Her upper lip curled in a viscer

f he touched her again, she would ha

nes. His tall frame swayed slightly. He felt as i

he hall, shouting for the father of the pa

her heel and walked toward the intensive care double d

rms of the medical machines blared around him, but all h

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“Elmore Thomas rushed into the emergency room, clutching his feverish seven-year-old son, Buddy, tightly to his chest. When the privacy curtain was pulled back, the air in Elmore's lungs vanished. The attending physician standing under the harsh lights was his wife, Kendal-the woman everyone believed had burned to death eight years ago. But there was no tearful reunion. Kendal looked at him, and her eyes froze into impenetrable ice. She treated him like a biohazard, strictly referring to him as the family member. Worse, she didn't recognize Buddy. She comforted their crying son with the same gentle warmth she used to reserve for Elmore, completely unaware she was soothing the baby she thought had died. Days later, Elmore watched from the shadows as she picked up another boy outside a prep school, her left hand flashing a massive diamond engagement ring. When his butler accidentally recognized her, Kendal shielded her new stepson with pure disgust in her eyes. "Tell that psychopath to sign the divorce papers immediately. I have a new family now." The words 'new family' echoed in Elmore's skull, tearing him apart. For eight years, he had lived in a hell of guilt and madness, raising their son in the shadow of her ghost. How could she just erase their past? How could she give her tender smiles to a stranger and look at him with absolute revulsion? Standing in a luxury ballroom, Elmore squeezed his hand until his crystal champagne flute shattered, thick blood dripping onto the rug. The murderous obsession in his dark eyes returned as he called his lawyer. "Freeze her divorce application. Use every dirty trick in the book. She isn't leaving."”