Immune To The Billionaire's Toxic Regret

Chapter 6

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utside an elite, ivy-covered private preparatory school. She turned off the engine, p

onto the sidewalk. The school's heavy wrought-iron gates were open, an

oak tree. Her eyes scanned the sea of blu

was walking slowly, his head down, kicking a dead leaf along th

solute softness. She raised her hand and calle

face lit up. He broke into a run, his backpack bounc

ing her arms tightly around his small frame. She squeezed h

aybach with tinted windows

s family, stepped out of the driver's seat. He walked aro

oor handle, his eyes dri

d froze

red at the woman crouching on the sidewalk. He looked at h

asped. The words tore from hi

ip. Her spine snapped straight. The s

eyes with Gus. The old man's face was pale, his

d his trembling hands, stammering that it

e took a step backward, physically positioning her body

voice made of absolute ice that there wa

ates. He wore the same navy-blue uniform. He stopped d

Then he looked at the bo

rowing defensively at Buddy. He grabbed a fistful of Kendal's trench coat and

fingers. She looked at Buddy. She saw the devastating hurt pooli

s ridiculous display and stated she wanted absolute

ring. He looked at the boy clinging to her coat. The tragic re

le looking at him with total indifference. His chest heav

aking shoulders. She grabbed Freddie's hand, turne

. He walked over and gently plac

g the old man and the crying boy standing on the curb. Her stomach ch

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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."”