The CEO's Billion-Dollar Divorce Regret

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cloying scent I couldn't stomach. He sent gifts through an associate-cashmere b

y, not affection. Payment

his gifts. I

h, his thumb stroking her knuckles. A video of him cooking for her in a rustic seaside cottage-the one he'd once promised me. A se

out a piece of me, leaving a clean, numb void. I looked at the images of the man I

was sitting on the terrace, a cool breeze on my face, when I heard voices fr

voice a low grumble. "Used the Family's lawyers

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leaned forward, my breath catching in my throat. "He was drun

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xpensive whiskey. Empty bottles littered the floor around him like fal

t I thought was long dead, wan

ep, his brow furrowed in pain. I

e a ghost on his lips. "I'm sorry

een a lie. Or a mista

choed in my memory. "The perfect Regina. Wh

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I hadn't just been a wife; I had been a placeholder. I had wasted three yea

e and absolute it made me dizzy. The cruel, unde