Too Late For Regret: His Telepathic Wife

on's sarcasm and that tongue of his, which wounded without ever drawing blood-only becaus

the whole company at the annual g

t want anyone coveting you! I will

liation whole and bore

e other executives and gave me nothing, I endured that

'm so afraid the only th

ne-his wife's-to that ambitious assistant of his, Arianna, and then booked m

eard his heart, clear a

back! Lose your temper at me! Tell everyone this plane i

ed in his love. I turned, and sli

r a divorce, he cam

pte

ir'

's side was the desperate shouting behind every cruel word he t

Arianna Foxx, was sitting in the window seat that belonged to me, his wife-right beside

ore armor. Every time he called me worthless, something inside him screamed: If you leave, I will die. I had propped myself up

in window, I finally understood-those hidden voices w

mpagne. And between Easton and his mother, in the window seat that should have been mine, sat Arianna Foxx-an executive assistant who had been with the company barely eight months

ay with my boarding

and eyes like polished slate-deep, and cold. To the public he was the ruthless captain of McGowen Group.

n file with me in flight. It's easier if she sits next to me. Buy yourself a coach ticket and fly out on your own-there are several fligh

cket of ice water. But deep in his skull

back! Lose your temper at me! Tell everyone this plane i

ite orchid arrangement on board-I had ordered it. The gluten-free meals in the Aspen villa's refrigerator, for his mother's allergy-I had arra

id. My voice was steady and cal

d and waved at me, her eyes full of wounded innocence. "Oh, Blair, I'm so sorry! Mr. McGowen asked me

elt. Easton caught her wrist and pre

t home all day with nothing to do-that little job of yours doesn't even cover one of my coats. Apart from the empty title of Mrs. McGowen, what do you actually have to show for yourself

and stared straight ahead, as though a public humiliation were simply routine. His

ll, an invisible panic

her out of that seat, throw her off! Prove you care! Are you real

t, because I heard him crying inside like a small, unloved child. When he handed out huge bonuses to his executives

triumph she could not quite hide at the corner o

r stillness in that instant. The bridge that had bound my

not go to the counter

d Easton, one

ers went rigid. Arianna shra

r sat a plain platinum band. Six years ago, before his father had hand

metal, and it sl

ng down on the walnut table-r

n?" Easton's voice shook. The

want a divo

od without a sound. What follo

beneath his pale skin jumped violently. Then his face fl

liff by the one person he trusted,

ily's Aspen holiday with this childish little stunt! You know perfectly well how much pressure Easton is under financing the r

to command, "put your jewelry back on and sit down. The McGowen

for help, Dotty produced the same speech: Blair, a woman should put her family first once she marries; your salary doesn't amount to anything; East

rivate family trip, an outsider who has been on the payroll for eight months gets to sit beside my husband-while I, your famil

his hands. Dotty turned her face to the clouds beyond the window and pretended not to care

et; the armrest shrie

'm asking you to grow up. You have no family, no trust fund, and no career worth the name! That job of yours-I'm the one who kept

nd yet, somewhere behind his eyes, he had already dropped to h

e Arianna, I don't care about the expansion file at all! I put her next to me only because I wanted you to hold my hand an

able of that tearing agony

habit, gave one sma

I chose to ignore the pain. I simply

ramples you in the daylight, does not love you at al

ly. "As you wish. I'