Divorced & Priceless: The Ex-Husband's Regret

rvous habit she'd never been able to shake. Across the massive mahogany dini

ted against E

ndfather clock in the corner of the dining room. It was 9:15 PM. Their thi

c pregnancy test. Two pink lines. She had spent three days trying to figure out how to tell Damian. She had convinced

her wine glass. The dull *clink,

at the head of the table, wearing a dress that probably cost more than Elena'

d her back, forci

oria said, her voice carrying a sharp, nasal pitch. "He is filin

mpletely numb. Her fork slipped from her fingers, clat

the table. Vivian. Damian's childhood friend, the one who had always hovered on the pe

Elena saw the way her lips curved into a tiny smi

in polite, well-d

husband. Damian didn't look at her. He was starin

s a rasp. She cleared her throat.

pulled out a thick stack of papers. He slid them across the polished wood. They

d the bold text at the t

worse. It was completely indifferent. "Don't make a scene. I've had

" Elena w

med in, taking a sip of her champagne. "A girl from nowhere

block of lead. She looked at Vivian's smug face. She looked at Victoria's sneer. And then

air scraped loudly aga

warned, his eyes flashing.

wine glass. It was a heavy crystal goblet

ked at

ing what was about to happen.

hrew th

are in the chest, soaking her pale blue silk dress, splattering up into her hair and across he

s flying to her mouth. The other relatives were s

grabbed the heavy silver pen resting on the divorce papers. She

the pen onto

surprisingly steady. "I hope you

ne from his cheek. He did

ning room, past the staring kitchen staff, and ou

The wind cut right through her thin dress. She walked down

against the brick pillar of the gate, her chest heaving. She reached into her

the darkness, followed by t

the taxi Damian had menti

her. The back door opened, and an older man in a crisp,

block the rain. He looked at her tear-streaked face, then dow

respectful. "The Chairman has been waiting for three

toward the o

led and ready at the ta

grand windows, she could see the golden light of the din

n her chest was still there, heavy and suffocating, but u

iver. "Tell the Chai

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