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Too Late to Beg, Mr. Billionaire: Your Ex-Wife Has Moved On
Author: PageProfit Studio Genre: BillionairesToo Late to Beg, Mr. Billionaire: Your Ex-Wife Has Moved On
pped caring abou
family. Of course she cared abou
uld just watch Hannah d
I swear, I'll get to the bottom of this a
a bitter laugh and finally
ng like you killed my daughter. The evidence
eact, Hannah slapped he
lap was drowned by
oria's head snapped to the s
n her face, salty
but stayed kneeling
s too scared a single word wo
t the sky, and thunder ro
nwh
up outside Isabe
the door, he saw her passed
. He rushed forward and
la? Isa
ly unconscious. Her ankle was ble
second. He carried her s
into the night that
pour down and lightning flicker across the sky.
t help but
ria okay
ice pulle
eod
He snapped out of it and quickl
l, lie down. Do
't think you would. Did I
nket around her. "No. Yo
ss of water, a faint smile
dore would never
shield her, once she got back to the El
e had to pay for tryi
ht, the rain s
t the entrance
ked-to-the-bone Vic
, muttering curse
stumbled out, startled by the sudden appea
you? What are you d
visit at this hour. T
pping the old man a wad of cash. "
ly caught up
ria down in front o
n stay right here and think rea
ate, and she's drenched. Victoria's body might not be able to take it."Willia
No matter what we do to Victoria,
their necks with every gust of wind, raising goosebumps. William e
nah was
feeling sorry for her now? You feel sorry for this murderer? Don't forget, t
raight at Gina's photo on the gravestone. All she could think
na end up
t somehow lea
etached expression, her gaze locked on that smiling
and kicking Victoria like sh
f guilt? You cold-hearted thing! Wh
he stiffened, eyes rolling back. Before she could
ah! H
steps out of the cemetery. At the bottom, he turned around
ething resign
, the car disappeared into the night
mained strangely sharp. The numbness in her
ng off the fallen leaves
s like... being cast as
Gina's thoughts in
oing throu
but not like that. Not so quiet
ee whole days-not out of guilt, but
ly hard. For Victoria, it flipp
, sunshine-filled smile. But to V
up to the sun filtering between her fingers.
en out there-no calls, no word from t
blurred. Her body gave out, and
he thought she saw a blurry figure
ija
hed at the man's jack
checked her breathing quickl
y, can yo
nce. Just as he turned to head back to the cemetery, he realize
ing down at her pa
hoic
ep, he got into