Blood And Ashes: His Ultimate Regret

e one hundred and eighty-eight time

to take care of his ex-girlfriend, Fi

the night to fix her plumbing, I called

he was annoyed. He stayed silent for a long time before saying, "

Hudson used his body to shield me, his lower half crushed b

. "Hate me for getting you killed

r all these years. But I won't let you die. I don't owe yo

back in my past life. This time, I

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asthma attack. You know she is clinically unstable. If you want the Aguilar fortune and the status of a billionaire's wife so desperate

silver kitchen knife pressed against my left wrist. Hudson stood three feet away fro

ng breath in the snow hit me like physical trauma. My chest se

that promise into a cage. In my past life, I foolishly thought everything would be fine once we got married. I used suicide as a threat, and it worked. But to rush off and care for Fio

m my grip. As his fingers caught the steel, the sharp edge sliced across his p

oo

d flashed back to Aspen, to the dark red pooling

The knife clattered against the fl

linen handkerchief from his pocket and wrapping it tigh

ds from the snowstorm echoed in my ea

ifteen years. I had convinced myself that his coldness was just stress, that his loyal

ll self-

id. My voice was

e was used to my screaming, my tears, and my fr

nued, looking directly into his dark eyes. "I a

. "Emerson, stop the theatrics. I told you, I am tired. I worked a fourteen-hour sh

nter out of reach. Then he took a box of antiseptic wipes from the cabinet, grabbed my wrist, and began che

s fragile. You have a roof over your head, my family's fortune, and my name. You don't have to compete with a sick woman. Just behave, Em

y, just like his father ha

idn't lean into him either. I simpl

e, two, one, I c

vibrated loudly on

displayed th

atience vanished, replaced by sharp, genuine urgency. He dropped

asked, his voice full of protective warmth

s, only high-pitched sob

and walking quickly toward the foyer. "I'm coming right now.

at rack, and shoved his arms into the sleeves. He didn

s shoulder. "Order dinner. We'll disc

oak door s

e fell compl

fe, every time he walked out that door, I would throw vases, shatter wine glasses, and call his phone f

win a race against someone the othe

paper towel, and wiped the blood off the

ook out

era Wang bridal suite on Madison Avenue. I tapped the screen and c

est Virginia, specifically McDowell County, where a rural teaching

g credentials, and bought a one-way