Cashing Out His Regret
Language: en
The morning I woke up inside another woman’s unraveling life, the interface chimed inside my skull with cold, mathematical precision: Secure Harrison Reed’s genuine devotion, or amass one hundred million dollars in liquid capital. Before I could even weigh the odds, Harrison’s phone lit up on the dark mahogany console table by the entryway. Harrison, I finally left him. Does the promise you made—that you’d marry me by thirty—still stand? I looked across the kitchen island at Harrison, watching the subtle tightening of his jaw, and couldn't help but marvel at the cruelty of whoever had…