Too Late For Regret: The Genius Ex-Wife

I placed the positive pregnancy test on the black marble island, expecting at least a flicker of emotion from my billionaire husband.

Instead, his assistant dropped a thick divorce agreement right on top of it.

"Laelia is back in New York," Alistair said, his eyes completely dead. "This two-year game is over. Get rid of it."

He ordered his private security to book an abortion clinic for that very night.

To protect my unborn child, I fled through a freezing maintenance shaft and threw myself off a snowy cliff into a rocky ravine.

When I woke up battered and bruised in the hospital, I faked a miscarriage, hoping he would finally let me go.

Instead of an ounce of pity, he choked me, called me a vile creature, and had his guards throw me out into a deadly Manhattan blizzard in nothing but a thin hospital gown.

As the hypothermia set in, I remembered my father jumping off a Wall Street high-rise, driven to bankruptcy by the very man who just left me and his own blood to freeze to death.

For two years, I had played the submissive stand-in wife, mapping out every vulnerability in his empire, but I never expected him to be this ruthless.

Just as I was about to lose consciousness in the snow, a black Maybach skidded to a halt in front of me.

Inside sat Silas Rhodes, Alistair's biggest corporate rival.

I dragged my battered body up and offered him the ultimate weapon to burn my ex-husband's empire to the ground.