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Too Late for Apologies: The Architect's Revenge

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 368    |    Released on: 17/06/2025

s side, his face a mask

arah? Are you completely i

her hand with exaggerated concer

r voice hoarse. "I threw the bag, no

ready cooing over Tiffany, dabbing at

et you a new one. Ten new ones!

y against Mark, managed

you' re too

rah, her eyes filled

about the blood. But it reall

deliberately pressing on the painful, bruised area aro

nterpreting it. "She looks pale. Maybe we should draw more o

otested, horrified.

" Mark said dismissively. "

k of pure, unadulterated malice over her shoulder. Th

s personal phone buzzed. An email notification from a high-end Chicago bridal

heir upcoming anniversary. A wave of nausea hit her. She rememb

bled as she dial

well. I need to cancel the

er end was brief. "Of

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Too Late for Apologies: The Architect's Revenge
Too Late for Apologies: The Architect's Revenge
“My life was supposed to be a success story, a talented architect married to a rising firm owner, living comfortably in Chicago. But at the annual holiday gala, my husband, Mark, publicly humiliated me by gifting my deceased mother's irreplaceable locket to his conniving intern, Tiffany, who then carelessly shattered it. What followed was a cruel spiral of blatant infidelity, his dismissal of my grief, gaslighting about his constant neglect, and their calculated plot to destroy my career; he even staged a fake suicide attempt for Tiffany, forcing me to donate my rare blood type on the day of my most critical professional presentation, then watched as they celebrated with my stolen project and commissioned my anniversary gown for his mistress. Lying in that sterile hospital room, sedated and weak, I understood the full extent of their calculated cruelty; every betrayal was a deliberate, agonizing twist of the knife, leaving me stripped of everything and simmering with a cold, unwavering fury. As Mark brazenly handed over my stolen designs to Tiffany, dismissing my accusations of plagiarism, I finally made the call I vowed I never would: to my reclusive, powerful father in New York, demanding he pull every string and dismantle Mark' s entire empire, piece by piece.”
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