Too Late For Regret, Mr. Spencer

rcelain plate. The meat was bone-cold, its rich juices congeal

er Global Financial. Eleanor deliberately set down her heavy silver fork and knife. The

ing, swept over Lydia like a aud

business. Every asset mus

ers tightened around her own sil

alyst at our firm," Eleanor continued, her voice devoid of warmth. "A woman like yo

ted to financing the Spencer Family Foundation's annual pediatric charity gala-caught in

elp, her eyes pleading with her husban

The screen's light danced in his cool b

dark pit. She lowered her head

the table, broken only by t

r fault Aunt Danica can't come for dinner!" The name Danica felt like a physical blow. The room began to spin around Lydia. Danica Richmond. The wo

ccident, Danica had expertly weaponized his resulting memory confu

Lydia once knew had vanished, replaced by a man whose every lo

e frowned slightly, not

eat qu

t time he had looked in this direction all evening, and his gaze passed right over her. He was a sta

, she spoke softly to Leo, "Leo, you can't have to

nd he was secretly stretchi

anger. He shoved his p

om! Aunt Danica bought me ice cream yeste

, furious animal. Lydia reached for hi

screamed, tears w

Leo bolted toward the fireplac

es. They were a fifth-anniversary gift from Blake, one of t

dia cried o

hands were alrea

ed through the dining room, li

ug, just like the pieces of Lydia's heart. Her bod

in annoyance, complaining

ame casting a heavy shadow. A faint, desperate hope fli

s, to his crying son. He knelt, wiping Leo's tears with a

big boys d

ed at Lydia. Not a

e butler standing nearby, h

tchen to prepare a chocolate mous

and walked out of the dining r

nt crystal chandelier above her cast a cold, unforgiving l