Her Regret Came Too Late

Three years ago, my childhood sweetheart, Eleanor Carter, left me at the altar to marry Dillan Perez—the adopted son of my family.

The church erupted in whispers. I became the laughingstock in a single breath.

Then Victoria Brown—the aloof, formidable CEO of the Brown Group—stepped forward.

"I'll marry you, Lambert," she said, her voice cutting through the wreckage of my pride.

I said yes.

For three years, she was the perfect wife. Gentle. Attentive. She was my salvation.