Too Late For Regret, My Cheating Ex

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wouldn't have even looked twice at you. No

I smashed a meticulously baked ca

ned sister writhing beneath him. Draped over her bare shoulders was his prized

was just a cheap knockoff. My sister leaned into his embrace, smiling innocently yet ruthlessly: "Thanks fo

from my own flesh and blood: "Your brother's company survives on his investments! Now

hout his wealth. What they didn't know was that for the past decade, I was the absolute

xtort twenty million dollars, signed the divorce papers without hesitation, and walked

evere, unmedicated breakdown. He fell to his knees outside the gates of my new estat

e, I looked down at him: "Sorry, Captain. I ne

eningly sweet moan exploded from the phone receiver. In an ins

at-drenched panting came throug

nging piercing my ears. My hands trembled violently, and the piping bag slipped, ruining the most pe

and whispered in my ear that I was the only light in his chaotic world. Right now, he wa

pening. "You and Sterling are the ultimate NHL fairy tale. He's the star captain of the Chicago Blades, but he spoils you like a queen. I s

ng together echoed from the phone, comp

e of nausea hit me, and m

ked gasps of everyone around me, I grabbed t

of the villa like a wild beast

avy walnut door to the mast

does it look on me?" Megan's voi

How could that dead fish of a woman deserve to wear it?" Ster

me man who once held me tightly and told me that my gentle nature was the only cure f

d the d

e, smashed into my face like a heavy punch. The bedroom that was

s. Draped loosely over her naked body was Sterl

er allowed me to touch his most important jersey; once, just because I accid

ing tightly to my sister's sw

red face, there wasn't a single trace of panic on her

n." My voice cracked hoarsely

Sterling to pursue my figure skating career abroad. Thanks so much for warming his bed and taking care of him while I was

I shifted my gaze to Sterling.

ed with heartache if I so much as nicked my finger chopping vegetables-wer

at, gave you a life that women all over the world envy. But the truth is, the only one I've ever loved is Megan. If you weren't her biological sister, if you didn't have trac

of my sanity ins

he was playing away games, and wasted the most precious ten years of a woman's

ss and devotion over the past ten years were a complete lie! Every time he looked at me with

e cake, and with every ounce of my strength, smash

ing roared, dark chocolate and buttercream

shrieked, lunging forward wi

d rage into this single slap. SMACK! The crisp sound of the slap echoed like a gunshot. Megan f

t them from above, my eyes like I was looking at trash in a sewer.