Broken And Betrayed: A Billionaire's Regret

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he humidity of a New York summer. Justin' s face was ashen, his mouth slightly agape. He lo

single, perfect tear rolled down her

in victimhood. "Are you trying to mock me? After everything that's ha

w you hate me. I know you think I'm trying to steal your li

on cue. He disentangled himself from her an

, his face red and blotc

e stairs earlier, gave way. I cried out as a sharp, searing pain shot up my leg,

m in a grey haze. The pain

his voice laced with the contem

eyes, but Carolina let out another delicate sob. He immediately turned

glaring at me on the floor. "

ago, when Carolina had decided her career was more important than her children and had left for a European tour. Bertram, only eight at the time, h

while he sobbed, and carried him back to the house. He had clung to me, his

ove and dedication could erase biology. I

fool I

All it took was a few crocodile tears and a well-rehearsed sob story about the "pressures of fame" and

is touch was rough, impersonal. He carried me inside, past the gawking onl

n. He returned a moment later with an ice pack wrapped i

d. "Was that necessary? Your words can be so

s concerned about me. A tiny, stupid flick

ng to manage mingling for the rest of the party? The board memb

cold, hard truth. He didn't care that I was

id, my voice flat. I was done being

a perfect smile plastered on my face, while women whispered behind their hands about my "checkered

igned distress. "Justin? Is she alright? I feel so terrible.

Justin called back instantly.

like I'm a bad mother. Like I abandoned my children. She doesn't understand the sacrifices I had to make

f emotional blackmail. The boys' deepest fear-ab

icked cries. "Mom

mother!" Bertram shrieked. "Dad

ask of fury. He didn't even look at me. He was

r ankle," he said, his voice

and his hysterical sons, I saw it in h

He could finally have the night he

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