Too Late, Mr. Tycoon: Watch Me Bloom

Chapter 4

Word Count: 675 | Released on: 17/05/2026

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nded on the living room. I felt like a prisoner on

ht. He leaned down, his voice a low, urgent hiss in my ear. "Wh

nd empty. I didn't have the strength to answer.

er, the doorbell chimed agai

er makeup soft and ethereal. She looked like

p, her lower lip trembling as if she wer

Eleanor, she rush

her manicured fingers digging into my skin. "Oh, God, I a

s. Across the room, I saw E

ay, but her grip was surp

aid mechanically. I just w

"It is my fault! It's all my fault! I never should have recommended

ressure she's been under, Chase. The wedding, the De Beers campaign

on. She was seemingly defending me, while painting a

jitters. I'm familiar. When some women get anxious, th

he narrative. This was no longer an accident. T

oked from Karis's crying face to Elea

xture of confusion and... consideration. He was actually

believe I had mutilated my own hands than belie

each word precise and laced wit

uelest blow of all. "Clare, please don't be like th

e, and I recoiled instincti

flinching was just more e

dy the 'devastated' Karis. His voice was sharp with reprimand.

. The image of them together, him protecting

, her shoulders shaking with silen

I co

f her hair and the mask of her fake tears

hant, unapologeti

that said, *I

It was all over. Not m

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“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."”