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Too Late, Mr. Howard: Watch Me Leave

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 720    |    Released on: 13/11/2026

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ow across Dylan's sharp jawline. Avery pressed her back against the cold door panel, her

d silk tie with one hand

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w and gravelly i

too highly of you

urned toward the wind

the leather headrest by her ear, trapping her in the narrow corner between his

her chin and forced her

at me,

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nfertility, you found it necessary to embarrass

art. His warm breath brushed her lips

laugh, meeting his g

with a baby. I just finally saw

s pressing harder into her jawbon

you

his gaze dropping from her pal

en you cried and begged me to marr

then. Now my

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me go. Leave us both a

k, pressing his thumb right over her racing carotid artery. Feeling the rapid pu

only I get to

de of her throat with a

very short-selling firm on Wall Street will crush the Schmidt Group. I will bury your father under twenty billio

tips went ice-cold inside her pocket. She bit the inside of her lower lip until

her family was exposed. She could not detonate

my whole family, what el

er tense shoulders drop, going

y an unfamiliar surge of irritation. In the past, whenever he pressed her, she would c

e center console buzzed sharply. The driver's

, but it's an emergency call f

once. He pressed the answer button on the armrest, and a y

ood and collapsed... The doctor says she need

a single glance before b

speed to NewYork-Pr

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Too Late, Mr. Howard: Watch Me Leave
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“For three years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Dylan Howard, burning my hands just to cook meals that suited his strict habits. But he let a helpless-acting intern named Ericka tear our marriage apart right under my nose. When my family's empire was suddenly liquidated and my father shot himself in his study, I realized it was all Dylan's trap to clear the "Mrs. Howard" title for his true love. At their wedding altar, I held a blade to Ericka's neck, demanding to know why my devotion was traded for my family's ruin. Instead of remorse, Dylan pointed a cold Glock right between my eyes. "You need to pay for your greed and jealousy." He pulled the trigger without hesitation, sending a bullet straight through my heart. As I bled out on the cathedral floor, Ericka dropped her frightened act and gave me a triumphant, mocking smile. My father was dead, my mother was driven mad, and my brother was run down in the street trying to save me. Until my last breath, I hated my own blind stupidity. Why did my three years of absolute submission end with my family's extermination? Opening my eyes again, I was back on our third wedding anniversary, holding a four-week pregnancy report. This time, I locked the lab results away to protect my unborn child, walked into my family's dining room, and slapped a no-fault divorce agreement right in front of Dylan's face.”