Too Late For Regret: The Genius Ex-Wife

ing temperature of the Manhattan blizzard seeped through the thick pane, biting int

warmth bloomed inside her chest, spreading down to h

reached into the pocket of her silk robe. She pulled out the white plastic stick. Two solid red line

e sound echoed through the silent penthou

deep into her pocket and wal

snow and expensive cologne. He shrugged off his custom-tailored wool overcoat, the

uth up. She reached out, offering to t

ly avoiding her touch. He walked past her, his heavy footstep

of her neck burned. She lowered her arm, swallo

mount of whiskey over a single large ice cube. The glass cl

and. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs unt

he black marble. She pushed it across the smooth su

gnant,"

for the slightest twitch of his j

ay to his mouth. His gaze d

in. There was no light in his eyes. A thick, ter

ompletely dead. He looked at her as if she were a str

air in the room vanished. Her l

cutive assistant, Julian, who stood silently in the sha

zipped his briefcase and pull

to the island and placed the heavy envelope directl

k stack of papers from the envelope. The bold black letters at th

Her eyes burned. "Why

owed the whiskey in one smooth moti

he said. His voice was flat,

out for a fraction of a second. She stumbled bac

from her, forcing her to look up at him. "This two-

ckles turned stark white. She forced herself to breathe th

ted at the envelope hiding the test. "

short, hollow lau

vision tunneled. The cold, brutal reality of the man standing