Too Late for His Regrets

That night, Justin Lane pinned me against the floor-to-ceiling window, his movements charged with an almost uncontrollable intensity.

His phone rang. He answered it in German.

"Yes. My marriage to Stella was only a sham. Yesterday, I officially registered my marriage to Chloe."

Every drop of blood in my body seemed to freeze.

He thought I couldn't understand German. He even smiled at me, pressed a kiss to the side of my neck, and never paused what he was doing.

How ridiculous.

Ten years of love, and it turned out our marriage had only ever been a façade.