Too Late For Regret: The Neglected Wife

ut. She called her husband Dominic. I

n a meeting, call you later." - the

ted reply set up by his assistant, a black card always passed

She'd said more to that automated re

ownpour and was instantly swallowed by the rain. Inez stared at the

in and grease, her knuckles

less. The wrench didn't budge. The bolts had been tightened

n onto the passenger seat. It land

om the vents hit her cold, wet skin like a thousand tiny needles. Outside, the w

. Seven years of marriage had

r cool against her forehead. Just as despair began to wash o

hibli pulled up sm

ella. A delicate dress, high heels, yet she na

rap on t

ive face appeared. Alona Zimmerman. The name on

with mock surprise and a hint of

ngtone - Inez knew it all too well; she had heard it once on

gile: "Dom, darling, I found her... Yes, she seems fine, just blocki

n her stomach. His

, appraising. "Inez, I don't know what kind of game you're playing,

aying a game? My tire bl

ful. "You always have an excuse. Your mother was

made Inez's blood run co

pen, intending to get

a flinched back dramatically. Then, wi

acked throu

er cheek burned with a fiery sting

er eyes instantly filling with tears. Her v

screeched to a h

t. He didn't eve

off his suit jacket and wrapping

o to you?" His voice was tight with

s muffled by his shirt. "I just wanted to h

o her burning cheek, watching them. She

gure in the back seat of

is small face scrunched up -

scene! Auntie Alona

e hurt more

around. His tall frame blocked the headlights, casting him in shadow

as a winter sea

art cl

k if she was okay. He didn't ask about

p blue eyes filled with a fami

ying, her son's dismissive words -

r nails digging into her palm. The

udgment, just as she

His voice was as

t did you