Too Late, Mr. Tycoon: Watch Me Bloom

Chapter 3

Word Count: 701 | Released on: 17/05/2026

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n, staring into a cup of coffee that had long gone cold. I hadn't slept

n't look at me as he collected his briefcase and phone from the charging station. He was

he said. It wasn't a question or a

ong. A woman who looked at me as if I were something

I asked, m

ls." He said it without a trace of irony. Then he was

heir agenda. A pro

eanor, poised and perfect in a Chanel tweed suit, a triple strand

ately, unerringly, t

ickered across her face. It was the lo

to hear. She dabbed at her nose with a silk handkerchie

face. The single word was

scanning the decor as if she were appraising property. She s

d her face and her hands," she remarked to the e

her eyes cold and dismissive. "And

ke of pain shooting up my

red," I said, the words tasting like ash. I was

Temporarily? Oh, my dear, let's not delude ourselves. The

ysical, brutal thing. It struck me with t

. It was Chase. He must have planned t

f my shoulders and the triumphant glint in his

e, silent plea in my eyes.

n time," she said, her voice turning syrupy sweet. "Clare was

ed, my voice shakin

ut me off. He mouthed two words

. Upse

choosing the path of least resistance

ted a mask of magnanimous concern. "There, there. I'm not here to chas

rusted case flashing in the light. She

Are you free to pop over? I th

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Gujian Qitan Modern

“I was a top hand model, just weeks away from marrying billionaire Chase Strong. But my life was destroyed when my hands were severely burned by an exclusive cream recommended by my bridesmaid, Karis. The chemical burns ruined my career and cost me a three-million-dollar contract. When I cried in agony, Chase just frowned in annoyance, calling my pain a dramatic tantrum. He fiercely protected Karis, claiming she was worried sick about my accident, while his mother openly mocked me as a cripple unfit for their family. He even crossed my name off our first-class honeymoon tickets and wrote Karis's name instead, telling me it was compensation for her stress. I didn't understand why the man I loved was so cruel, until I secretly investigated the salon. I found out the cream was an unlicensed, corrosive chemical Karis deliberately used to disfigure me. And Chase knew. He was actively covering up her crime, treating me as a convenient placeholder while he protected the woman he truly wanted. I didn't scream or beg for his love anymore. On the morning of our multimillion-dollar wedding, I left the ten-carat diamond ring on his nightstand and vanished on a private jet. As he stood panicked at the altar in front of New York's elite, I sent him one last text: "I left you everything you ever gave me. Including this wedding."”