Too Late, Mr. Howard: Watch Me Leave

Chapter 9

Word Count: 725 | Released on: 13/11/2026

it and raced back toward Manhattan. Twenty minutes later, the car skidded to a halt

to the cabin. Avery had barely adjusted her collar b

ome upstair

car, his long strides forc

s personal business. What does

fusing to step back into the place where

she told me her grandmother collapsed aft

looking back, his ex

You need to go upstairs and comfort the famil

She stopped pulling back and let him drag her into the private elevator. Since th

e floor. As soon as the steel doors slid open, lo

nch in faded jeans and an oversized hoodie. Her light brown hair hung

a practiced flinch, a tear clinging

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he bench, she ran straight toward Dylan and threw herself into his

rist and raised both arms to catch Eric

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tone he had never once used with

against Dylan's collarbone, Ericka shook her shoulders while shooting a sidelong glance at Avery.

sorry, I didn't mean

k, only to sway weakly and l

fty-thousand-dollar deposit for the ICU surgery, and I couldn't borrow t

callused by years of menial labor - pla

round Ericka's thin shoulders as

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ecurity guards exchanged looks and whispered behind their clipboards. Watching the lawful wife get s

ting everything that Avery would scream, slap her, and make

to the embracing pair, her red lips curving into a breathtaking smile as she unzi

he edge of the card between two gloved fing

pay. But everyone here will re

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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.”