Too Late For His Empty Regret

“My husband Ethan was my childhood hero, the perfect man who promised me forever. After our son was born, he seemed like the perfect father, too. Then an anonymous message popped up on my phone: Ethan Blake is cheating. I have proof. But the man I found wasn't just a cheater. He was a monster who mocked my postpartum body with his mistress. "All that trauma from childbirth... It's too much," he'd said, disgusted. He publicly humiliated me, caused an accident that left me crippled, and then bankrupted my family's company, putting my father in the ICU. This was the same man who once broke his own hand to protect me, the boy who swore he'd love me forever. How could he become this cruel stranger who looked at me with nothing but disgust? As he left me broken and blamed me for everything, the love I had for him finally died. I picked up my phone and called a number I hadn't dialed in years. "Jackson," I said, my voice cold as ice. "It's Audrey. I need your help. Remember your offer?"”