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

Chapter 7 No.7

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to make problems disappear permanently. The silence stretched, thick and heavy in the room. The painkillers had

shook my h

yebrow, a flicker of surprise in his otherwise st

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rless sky beyond. I could picture Graves's face,

he watches everything he's built-his wealth, his status, his pr

partner, the brilliant strategist behind the curtain. He had built his empire on my idea

and venomous. "Not because he's afraid of death, bu

d by a glimmer of something else-respect, maybe even admiration. My body was a w

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pletely off the grid, somewhere Graves can't

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hurdle I hadn't solved. But I wouldn't be a ch

n't a gift, K. It's an investment. A dedicated Swiss account has been

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en and urgent, s

into the phone, my mi

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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.”