Regret Came Too Late

Ethan kept his head low and remained silent.

Grace felt awkward standing there, but since she was close friends with Selene, she didn't dare just walk away either.

The sharp sound of a slap echoed down the hallway.

Damien clutched his face, the veins at his temple throbbing. He forced himself to smile through it, but his voice shook.

"Isn't it true, though?" he said bitterly. "I just don't get it. What do I lack? Every time you're done using me, you toss me aside without a second thought. Selene, what the hell do I have to do to matter to you? Look at him. We slept together not long ago, and he won't even throw a punch over it. He doesn't even care."

If Damien knew that Selene had also slept with Vincent, he would have completely lost his mind.

If he had to suffer, then everyone else should suffer too.

Vincent adjusted his glasses calmly, his voice steady as he said, "I respect Selene's decisions."

"Respect?" Damien scoffed, full of scorn. "More like you're gutless."

Selene took a deep breath. "Enough, Damien. If you're gonna lose it, don't do it here."

But Damien just shook his head, defiant. "No. I'm not done. Why do you get to treat me like this?"

Damien had been raised like royalty in the Jensen family, getting anything he wanted without ever needing to ask. The first real defeat he ever tasted was over his relationship with Selene.

He had spent his youth quietly burying his feelings, never daring to say them out loud. It was Selene who finally broke the silence, only to pull away just as quickly and draw a clear line between them.

Through it all, he had been the passive one-the one chasing and the one made small. Why should he accept that?

He stared at Selene, rage darkening his eyes. Then, out of nowhere, he let out a cold laugh. "You think you can cut me off and marry someone else? Keep dreaming."

He yanked her wrist toward him and said, "I need to talk to you."

other arm. And just like that, the two men locked eyes with neither backing

steps away, Grace stood watching the scene unfold. It was an

so unaffected it

arrived with a

and quickly pushed his wheelchair inside. Staying would've just made her look like she was standing

rolled out, she glanced over at him. "Mr. Henderson, how about I order some takeout for you when we

her with a cold expression.

probably didn't even register as food. Grace thought back to the five million dollars

in the head chef from the restaurant upstairs and have

hand, even someone like

longer than necessary. It was deep

rolled up beside them and took

if she had said something wrong again. Why did it feel like she kept triggering Ethan without knowing

to spot someone she hadn't expected

Andrea to stand in for her, it had touched one of Ethan's bottom lines. He had iced her

now, Andrea had just

intercept her, but

she walked right up to him with a flirtatious sway

polished. She clearly thought Ethan

Ethan raised his eyes and looked directly

stepped forward quickly, trying to pull Andrea

you promised I'd get to see Mr. Henderson again. You left me waiting in that hotel for over a month. Did you just

with crisis after crisis. And besides, she had already paid Andrea ten thousand dollars to bail her out of her

she put on that whole act, pretending to be virtuous and claiming she'd never go near a

look in Andrea's eyes said it

Grace got it instantly.

in the entertainment industry And for shallow women, one look was a bit would take. Coupled with his money, power, and the O untouchable air he gave off,

after fantasy

had completely forgotten who she was. Just a month ago, she was awkward, desperate, and clinging