He Regrets After The Countdown To Our Divorce

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how my outfit look

t at getting his attention, a small moment of war

ples down my spine. My head snapped to the side and abruptly my breath caught somewhere between shock and resignati

sting spread. His eyes burned with the sa

ce through the whole room. "Just because you tricked my mother into

My lips parted, but no sound came out.

ther sign to carry the child of a mentally deranged stranger than have his. The thought made me almos

ot for her needing surgery we couldn't afford, then I

g bruises, of faking smiles so people wouldn't ask questions. I'd learned how to hide the evidence well.

suppose I had gotten used to this one - to the sharp word

ok at me and see a person instead of a burden. I'd give him "one last chance" over and over again, like a fool clutching at smoke. But the truth has

hing my cheek, a familiar voi

continue to treat y

human. Her voice carried a mix of disappointment and quiet authority. "You know she's the reason Mo

often reminded him of my worth - but because, deep down, I knew it chan

kery. "Please, Mum," he said with a short laugh. "Spare me

ed off his to

uld rather die than admit I was the reason Morgan Group had

have seen what you're capable of," she said sharply. "You and I both kn

. The vein on his temple pulsed, and I braced myself for another outbu

ever he looked ready to explode, I instinctively tried to calm him, to take t

w, take her to the signing," she

um, she isn't worthy of that from me. I'm the CEO and she's just some overhype

ther glance, the slam of t

, and the humiliation still burned in my chest. But more tha

haky smile. "It's fine. I'll go to the signing mys

she saw it too - the way my eyes looked hollow, the way my b

whispered. "You d

ike a language I'd forgotten how to speak. I just nodded. "Thank you, ma'am." Then I turn

ay, my heels clicking against t

more

d. Three more days until I could walk awa

kind of peace that felt fragil

cooked his meals, cleaned his house, smiled beside him in board meetings, and pretended not to notice when he came home smelling like other wo

lieved h

reason to hurt me - a wrong tone, a late reply, an out

eel any atom of remor

, I s

aved her life, and that was the only good thing that came out of this nightmare. Every slap

e cool air. The faint breeze brushed against my cheek, making the pain flare aga

n the tinted window. The woman staring back didn't look like me anymor

a prayer, "Just three more days, Meliss

engine, and drove off to another da