Too Late For Regret, My Cheating Ex

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yself in the study. Once the adrenaline

cture, Sterling was looking at me as if I were his entire universe. But now, that gaze felt like a thou

ho should unconditionally protect me. The phone rang for a long time. The background noise

d tennis bracelet yesterday. Oh, Harper? She's perfectly happy being a housew

hrough my throat. "Sterling is cheating on me.

In the chilling dead silence, there was only t

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xtreme impatience. "Don't make a scene like a

ody completely froze. "Y

y. "Your brother's tech company and your father's factory are entirely sustained by Sterling's investments. You haven't worked a single day in ten years; he's the one providing for

ll knew, and I was the only one in the dark... T

completely drained out of me at this moment, leaving behind

, and took out the heavy pa

ng was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He had wa

ffee table. "I can divorce you, Sterling. But you must compensate me

per, is your brain flooded with water? You're just a housewife. You eat my foo

as precisely as a scalpel. "Sterling, you have extremely severe, even crippling OCD a

fucking psychological crisis counselor! When you were throwing up uncontrollably in the locker room from panic attacks, who was kneeling on the floor like a dog cleaning you up, pull

He leaned down, his eyes full of icy ridicule. "But let me remind you of reality. We signed an ironclad prenup. You roll out of here with ex