Broken And Betrayed: A Billionaire's Regret

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lly tousled, her ski-goggle tan perfectly accentuated the single, glistening tear tracing

with expertly feigned sorrow. "How could y

wounded gaze was fixed solely on h

if he' d been burned. He took a half-step aw

is hair. The powerful, decisive Justin Barlow was gone,

ier bravado gone, replaced by theatrical tears.

bbed into her shoulder. "We di

iled, pointing an accus

poor babies," she cooed, her voice dripping with poison. "Justin, you promised me. You promised y

al blow. You promised y

cion and then promptly abandoned them to chase medals and endorsements. Justin had been devastated.

promised me a life of partnership, of mutual respect. He said h

lieve him. I thought I could

. We were all in its path. In that split second of chaos, I saw Justin's true heart. He didn't reach for me. He didn'

ember staring at the blood, a shocking, bright red against the pristine white

t same desperate, protective expression, th

between his past and his present. Then he tu

coming. I had kn

oice cold and final. "

. I, the publicly humiliated wife, was to apologize to t

d of caring. Tired of trying to earn a plac

expression of pure, venomous triumph. I looked at Justin, his face set in

was a battlefield. And I

took a step toward Carolina, whose triumphant sm

t startled everyone, including myself. "I am sorry that I ever

to include Just

lways has been." I gave them a small,

aving a stunned, perfect tableau of a fa

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