Reborn Heiress: The Cheating Fiancé's Regret

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drifted through the crack in the clo

. Cassie. Cassie's laugh. High a

uld keep her out till mor

voice, rougher now, the urgency giving way to somet

lov

r kiss. Deeper

urned, accompanied by a dull, throb

ed at her eyes. She squeezed them shu

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t wasn'

to her car-Blake's car, the one he'd insisted she take that day-and sent it spinning over the

had

he bed on all fours, legs unsteady, and

. Younger. Unbroken. Perfect.

k on the nightstand. The date glowe

er wedding t

k. She had

Just like last time, she'd been sedated at her own bachelorette party. The champa

t through her. Real. Tangible. She was

heard i

k-in closet. Cassie's voice, thick with pl

hen he was being romantic. "Once I have controlling shares in the

"What are you so afraid of? That idiot is so in love with you, she'd

ood turne

ough the drug's fog. She bit her lip so hard she

down the wall at some point, she didn't re

slightl

ked up around her waist. The lavender silk Aria had spent three weeks choosing with her. It was

tomorrow," Cassie panted. "That wom

"Once I have controlling shares, I'll divorce her.

ace. Then, just as fas

. She wouldn't conf

and landed on her phone,

took

nts stealthy. Camera. Video mode.

k. She adjusted it twice-making certain both faces were clear,

had cost her everything.

froze. "Did you

slammed aga

ake muttered. His voice was tigh

g made the room tilt slightly, and for one terrible moment, she thought her legs would give ou

agonizin

back. "You're rig

Aria recorded

ticed ease, Aria was already back in the bed. Eyes closed

fall across her face. Then-the whisper of a blanket

ftness in her voice curdled Aria's stomac

ch cold and dry. A collector with his prize. His eyes, she

ht her knuckles ached. She forced her breathing to

f the bachelorette party-the one that had continued without her, the one wher

id Aria ope

Clear. Cold as

o a secure cloud server. Then she deleted the original file from her phone.

gain. And again. Each splash washing away another layer

o had loved

had trusted

ian Kensington and called him a m

taircase she'd walked a thousand times. And then another: Damian, his car exploding

at her reflection. Pale skin. Eyes shar

to the mirror. "This t

le touched

ie..." She straightened. Dried

ss. Not white. Never white again. The

time to jo