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Too Late For Regret: The Unbothered Bride

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 971    |    Released on: 30/09/2026

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emories, gone in

kyline glittered brightly behind the floor-to-cei

center of the sp

harp and clear as she held a glass of sparkling water. She was surr

olute textbook, Alex," Marcus, a veteran appellate partner, said with genu

of enforcing contractual boundaries," Ale

italists and private equity directors, his laughter loud and self-assured. N

me rib began to press against Alex's temples. The fa

on a passing waiter's tray and walked toward the quiet,

ded a minute

t, sickeningly familiar giggle drifted through t

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froze instantly on

s back here, they'll think I'm distracti

ed closer to the curtain, her ey

r, and it hit Alex like a

a low-cut crimson silk dress, her bare shoulde

a tenderness Alex had not seen in years, Basil scooped a small portion onto a p

ing Hollie swallow the mousse with a s

, running her manicured finger do

e used his thumb to wipe a tiny trace of

ly paralyzed behind

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ce poured her a glass of water when she worked until 3:00 AM on his corporate cont

ntic caretaker, hand-feeding dessert to a

ad completely dried up. In their place, a cold, prot

r phone, and tapped the voice recorder app. She he

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heel clipped the edge of the carved

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sly onto the thick wool carpet. Holding her shoes in one hand, she walked as fast as a ghos

s near the bar, smoothed the fabric of her s

rm approached. "Alex? Are you

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le doors of the private cor

the room. Hollie followed half a step behind him, clutching a leat

t across the crowd. They

e inches in front of Alex. He used his large frame to block her off from

il asked quietly, his tone lac

he crystal champagne flute between her f

er voice a perfect, cool breeze. "Why, Basil

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Too Late For Regret: The Unbothered Bride
Too Late For Regret: The Unbothered Bride
“Alex was standing in a VIP bridal boutique, getting fitted for a million-dollar custom gown paid for by her billionaire tech CEO fiancé. They had been together for eight years, building his empire from a cold studio apartment to Wall Street. But while she was suffocating in French lace, her phone buzzed with an Instagram post from his executive assistant, Hollie. It was a beach photo in St. Barts. In the reflection of Hollie's sunglasses, Alex clearly saw Basil-the man who had just texted her that he was trapped in a New York blizzard for emergency board meetings. When Basil returned, he didn't even try to hide his betrayal. At a high-society gala, Alex caught them making out behind a velvet curtain, with Basil feeding Hollie dessert and promising her executive suites. The final straw came during her last dress fitting. Basil brought Hollie along, mocked Alex's custom gown as boring, and bought Hollie an ultra-revealing bridal sample to try on right in front of her. When Alex threw a glass of champagne in the assistant's face, Basil flew into a rage. He shoved Alex violently to the marble floor, severely injuring her elbow. "Get on your knees and apologize," he snarled, standing over her. "Or the wedding is off. Let's see how long you survive in this city without my capital." He truly believed that eight years of her silent sacrifices and brilliant legal work were just stepping stones for his ego. He thought that without his wealth, she was just an insecure, helpless woman who would cry in an empty mansion and beg for his mercy. But Basil forgot one crucial detail: Alex wasn't just his fiancée, she was an apex corporate litigator. She didn't shed a single tear. Instead, she packed her bags, threw his first promise ring down the trash chute, and walked into his favorite Michelin-starred restaurant three days later to serve him with papers for a total asset partition.”