Too Late for His Regrets
Language: en
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. After hanging up, he claimed there…