Too Late For My Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 7

Word Count: 801 | Released on: 04/11/2026

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d blew snow into the foyer. White flakes swirled ac

and dark jackets walked in, filling the r

their faces were hard and flat, like

s used for dirty jobs. I had seen him once in Brennan's study, and he was

om sofa and pointed at me on the

ge the cheating photos like we plann

s moved over me slowly, like he was alr

ng phone, Brody glanced over at Brittny

on something. Brittny's lips curved,

chin slightly toward the ceiling. Her hand rested on her b

e weren't paid actors hired to take fake photo

ag from his waistband, and shoved it roughly into

ldly as two huge men grabbed my wrists and dra

d wood steps on the way up. Each step sen

I stared desperately at Brennan, begging him wit

h shut and don't let her dirty the carpet," he said, waving a han

n attic level Brennan always called soundproofed, th

n and threw me hard onto the king-s

a ceramic lamp crashed to the floor and shattere

the heavy oak door slammed shut behind the ten men, followed by the loud

facing the bed, set up a mini v

ay unit no bigger than a phone charger blinked green-a live cloud-sync d

t the camera, then back at me. "We're not just taking pictures. We're filming

rted humming softly. Four of the men pulled small filter masks

t into the closed room. It curled through the

tiny bit, and the room immediately started spinning as the me

cked, one after anoth

rd a strange muffled thud by the front door-a sound

had already slipped past the outer perimeter and was standing sile

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“My NHL All-Star husband brought his pregnant mistress home in the middle of a blizzard. He threw a divorce and fake PR remarriage contract at my feet, demanding I take the blame for our split so he wouldn't breach his franchise morality clause. He claimed he owed the mistress a proper title because she donated her kidney to save him after a fatal crash three years ago. But he was too blind to know the kidney inside his body was actually mine. When I refused to play along with his PR stunt, his mistress maliciously had my pet rabbit cooked and tricked me into eating it. I slapped them both in absolute grief, but my husband snapped. He forced my bloody thumbprint onto the contract, then brought ten thugs into the house to drug me and film a fake cheating scandal to ruin me forever. As hallucinogenic gas filled the locked attic, I clawed at the door and screamed for my life. But my husband just told his mistress to ignore my "pathetic act" and walked out the front door with her. I had endured his coldness and the fans' vicious hate for three years, secretly giving him my own organ to repay a life debt to his family. Why was my silent devotion repaid with him leaving me to be destroyed by a gang of thugs? Just as the men closed in, a mysterious man in the back row suddenly stepped forward and brutally crushed the entire gang in seconds. He wrapped his jacket around my shaking shoulders, his ice-blue eyes flashing with lethal rage. "It's okay now. You're safe." Surviving this hell, I knew my debt to the Hurley family was paid in full-now, it was their turn to bleed.”