My Second Chance, His Regret

Cain

er, my hand balling into a fist, ready to retaliate. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw them

ing celebration. I would

ard knot in my stomach. I glared at Brett, at Juliana who was now pee

flicker of regret crossed his face. He took a half

s legs, clinging to him. "Brett," she whimpered, "my e

im. As he bent to fuss over

ighting with her own

What would h

ng shame on t

. He straightened up, looking down at me as i

ded. "God, why am I with a woman

cousins were o

" one of them stage-whispered, "how will sh

jealousy!" an

o beat up anyone who tried to steal him from me. It had been an impulsive, foolish boast, born of a desperate

er swelled

urmur. "My father is going to announce our engagement tonight. If

gs. No interference. You stay out of my life, and I'll for

y so powerful, be so utterly devoid of decency? He saw my silence and mis

ed, as if granting a great favor, "I'll m

ever choose anyone but him. The crowd of onlookers watche

d cut through the air. The foo

rrison, stood at the top of the grand

ice carrying an authority that instantly silenc

gure emerged from the

e stood on his own two feet, looking taller and stronger than I had ever seen him. His gaze s

alking past Brett, past Juliana, past ever

ce low and steady. It was quiet, but i

rett had cast me aside. A car had pulled up, and Kaleb's face had appeared in the window. "Miss Cain," he had asked, "what are you doing out here?" He never call

vivid, it brough

ked again, his brow furr

ous eyes. I shook my head, managing

derision. "What are you doing, Kaleb?

urdle milk, but said nothing. "Mr. Kline is

orget what I said," he muttered, a smug little smile playing on his li

however, wa

his way to a small, raised platform. His hair was white, but his presence was

m. "My dear Faith has just turned twenty-two. As per the agreement I made with

be transferring eighty percent of my personal assets and all of

line's wealth was the stuff of legend. Eig

witness their happiness

d took a confident step forwa

him. He turned, his gaze sweeping pas

s voice ringing with

the brilliant chandeliers, he looked nothing like the sickly recluse of p

he platform, his

s voice soft but cle

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