Seven Years Too Late,The Love He Finally Saw
Language: en
Seven years after our divorce, I saw Gaylen Thorne again at a nightclub. He was lounging on a sofa, casually scanning the women, looking for entertainment. The manager scurried over after the third group of stunning, curvaceous women were dismissed from the room. "Mr. Thorne, this batch of dancers... they're the closest resemblance to your wife yet..." Gaylen smashed a liquor bottle on the floor before the manager could finish his sentence. As I walked past him, he suddenly froze. "Is that you?" I lifted my head, brushing a strand of hair aside to reveal half of my face, marred by…