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

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 482    |    Released on: 24/06/2025

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ugh for everyone at the nearby tables to hear. "Coming here, try

t and, with a swift, violent motion,

ering pieces. The delicate sugar trees, the shimmering water, the work of months

d at the wreckage of my gift, the symb

locket at my neck. "And this fake piece of junk!" he yelled, yanking it hard. The delica

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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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