Too Late For Regret: My Ex-Wife's Empire

Chapter 2 No.2

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e signed agreement in my hand. He was shocked, but he saw the resolve in my eyes and immedia

f period," he explained. "But his signature on this

weight lift off my s

t twenty-four hours, the reliving of my death, had taken

ran some tests. She came back in

. Kramer. You're abou

the air, cold an

ffair with his then-assistant. The stress, the constant fighting, the sleepless nights-I miscarried at ten weeks

ould be born into a world where its father was a monster and its mother was c

. I remembered the pain, the blood, the emptiness. I woul

nate it," I said

"Are you sure, Kimberly?

"And I have a special request. I want to schedule a CVS test-chorionic villus sampling. I need the

f pity and confusion. She didn't understand. She didn't n

overy room, the anesthesia wearing off, leaving a dull ac

lex is scared. She t

had just walked out on him. It was for the girl he had known for a few weeks. The hollownes

here was a grim reminder of the sacrifice I had just

n't look. I deleted the message thread,

death, but the slow, agonizing decline that led to it. I

moved in. He had insisted on throwing a lavish party for he

as our friends and business partners showered attention

ar, the keys dangling from his fingers. The same model I had told him I wanted

he new Mrs. Kramer." I had stood there, a champagne flute in my ha

r, feel the sting of humiliation. But this time, the me

ough it one more time. But this time, I wouldn't b

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“A sharp pain pulled me from the darkness. I opened my eyes to see my husband, Graves, smiling as he introduced his new "intern," Alex. Her cheap handbag couldn't hide the dark hickey on her neck. Looking at them, the cold, sharp memory of my death flooded my mind. In my previous life, my protégé sold me out, and Graves watched coldly as our company crumbled, leading to my fatal heart attack. Back then, when he brought Alex home, I screamed and threw things, starting my long nightmare of humiliation. I endured her lavish birthday party in my own home, watching him gift her the exact sports car he said was "too extravagant" for me. I even miscarried our child due to the stress of his constant affairs. He held my hand in the hospital, swearing he would change. But he lied, eventually orchestrating a hostile takeover that literally killed me. I had built his entire empire from the ground up, acting as the brilliant strategist behind the curtain. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could be such a ruthless monster, discarding me for a cheap mistress and stripping away everything I owned. The date on the nightstand confirmed it: I had traveled back in time to the exact day it all started. A strange calm washed over me. "Of course, the poor thing," I said evenly. "We should take care of her." Then, I pulled out the divorce papers. This time, I won't just walk away. I will become the ghost that tears his kingdom down.”