Too Late, Mr. Tycoon: Watch Me Bloom

Chapter 5

Word Count: 704 | Released on: 17/05/2026

Jennin

heir wake. Chase stood by the window, his back to me, smoking a cigarette-a habit he

My mind was a chaotic storm, replaying every detail of the afternoo

years with brutal clarity. It was all a

a crystal ashtray. He turned, his face a

exhausted I was from a shoot, if Chase was home, I cooked. It wa

head and looked at

. "Did you

s, the thick white gauze a stark

this?" My voice was devoid of em

d, as if he'd genuinely forgotten. He waved h

table, the food from his favorite steakhouse untouched on

empty wine glass a few inches in my direc

not even looking

gone to the temperature-controlled wine cellar,

, I did

e looked up, his brow furr

he word was quiet, but it landed in the

I had ever denied hi

ght the afternoon's humiliation would have

ring the only explanation I wa

le, but the defiance beh

d crack that made me flinch. He leaned forward, his eyes boring into

ach for years was gone, replaced by a vast, empty wast

laugh. He pushed his chair back violently and stalked over to the wine cellar himself,

ceiling. Sleep was impossible. Around two in the

ked past our bedroom door. He stopped just outsid

cold hardwood floor. I crept to the door and li

d never heard him use with me. It was gentle. Pat

a tantrum. It'll pass in a day or two... I k

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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."”