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Too Late, Mr. Morris: She's Mrs. Blakely Now

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 634    |    Released on: 24/06/2025

trict. The moment my cab pulled through the iron gates, the chaos of the airport faded aw

home, Mrs

to have you

faced from Ryan was jarring. Here, I was the lady of the ho

constant reminder of the fall. The doctor Andrew insisted I see had

birthday party, held in the grand ballroom of the fam

nting at my pregnancy without revealing it. The bespoke locket rested against my collarbon

oom was a glittering sea of New Orleans' elite. I scanned the crowd, my gaze sweep

crisp valet uniform, looking im

st, but as an intruder. He clearly thought I had snuck in, a

at the bottom of the stairs. H

" he hissed, keeping his voice low. "This i

st him, toward the head table wher

ne of magnanimous pity. "Since you're here, I can probably get you

aze to him. "That won

bbed my arm. "Don't you walk away

ct I had poured my heart into for months. It was an elaborate sugar sculpture, a breathtakingly detailed replica of a Louisia

ed me. Not as Jocelyn Fuller, but as the mysterious Mrs. Blakely, Andrew's Par

rew only saw what

hed forward. She saw the sculpture in my

rity case brought a gift. How tacky. Did you make that in your dirty little k

gh the polite chatter of the ballr

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Too Late, Mr. Morris: She's Mrs. Blakely Now
Too Late, Mr. Morris: She's Mrs. Blakely Now
“Five years ago, I stood alone in my simple white dress, abandoned at the altar by my high school sweetheart, Ryan Morris, for another woman. Heartbroken, I fled to Paris, found my passion, and built a new life as Jocelyn Blakely, wife to the powerful heir, Andrew. Now, three months pregnant, I returned to New Orleans, only to be met at the airport by none other than Ryan, who had become a petty valet. He and his new girlfriend, Sabrina, reveled in mocking me, physically shoving me to the ground, causing a sharp pain in my abdomen. The humiliation deepened at Andrew's grandfather's gala. Ryan and Sabrina publicly shamed me, shattered a precious sugar sculpture I crafted, and stole the locket Andrew gave me. Ryan even slapped me, sneering, believing I wanted him back, leaving me crumpled, violated, and utterly powerless. How could he, the man who once claimed to love me, stoop to such a depraved act? Why did he believe I was still that desperate girl, when everything about me screamed independence and strength? Just as I believed I might lose everything, the ballroom doors burst open, and Andrew Blakely strode in, his eyes blazing. He saw the wound on my cheek, the shattered gift, and his once-quiet fury was now a thunderous storm, ready to unleash retribution far beyond anything Ryan could ever imagine.”
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