My Cheating Alpha Mate's Ultimate Regret

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email arrived

on for Gallagher's unlimited blac

t life, I had scorned money, desperate only for his non-existent l

studying the stocks and properties that

in misery after he left, I calmly had the maids brin

r the long, hard war ahead. The maids, who were used to my moping, excha

om door opened again. Gallagher returned, re

instead of crying in bed or waiting for him in the liv

tood up. My gaze landed on his

t, devoid of any emotion, which I

onto the sofa, a hint of annoyance in the

with a small smile, stepping forwar

llar of his white shirt. There, stark and vulgar,

e to be so direct. He instinctively tried to step

on him: my scent, alcohol, his own cedarwood ph

t's my duty to remind you to clean up the evidence next time you cheat. This

re ignited in his golden wolf ey

his tie and taking a step back. "Compared to y

sofa and the shirt he was about to take o

t did you say? Washing the Alpha's clothe

es. As of today, I quit. After all, I don't want to have to guess how

ha's authority washed over me like

ute to anyone but his mate. For me, bound to

t funny. He always did this. When logic failed him, h

lked over to the sofa and picked up t

. The anger on his face softened

or, likely expecting me to take

unned silence, I flung the expensive, custom-made suit out i

picked up his dirty s

r softly as I turned to face the dumbfound

age. The veins in his neck bulged, and his powerful

, stalking toward me, his l

said coldly. "I'm just done tolerating a cheati

me anything that doesn't belong to m

th fury, and I stared back with indifference. T

is heel, and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. The sound echoed through t

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quiet. I didn't move immediately. I sat at my vanity, fo

followed by Gallagher's hushed voice from t

ing to deal with last night... No, it has n

nt than I had ever heard it, as if