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."

before he could pull her closer, Vincent grabbed her other arm. And just like

Grace stood watching the scene unfold. It was an absolute mess of

it was like the chaos in front

the elevator arrived with

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

out, she glanced over at him. "Mr. Henderson, how about I order

her with a cold expression. "You

point. With his status, takeout probably didn't even register as food. Grace thought back to the five million dollars he had given her, then quickly

from the restaurant upstairs and

with a private chef on hand, even someone like

her face longer than necessary. It

rolled up beside them and

Why did it feel like she kept

only to spot someone she

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

Andrea had

fast, trying to intercept

the tension from last time. Blinded by Ethan's looks, she walked right up to him with a flirtatious sway and a bright smile. "Mr. Henderson,

polished. She clearly thought Ethan would remember

raised his eyes and looked directly at

ran down Grace's spine. She stepped forward quickly, trying to pull Andrea away. But Andrea, clearly agitated, yanked her

get to see Mr. Henderson again. You left me waiting in that

hadn't thought about Andrea once in weeks. She had been swamped with crisis after crisis. And besides, she had already paid

and claiming she'd never go near a man again? With that kind of money and no need

in Andrea's eyes

Grace got it instantly.

to shame. He'd stand out even in the entertainment industry And for shallow women, one look was a bit would take.

night, she fell for him at first sight. Since then, she had been spinning fantasy after fantasy in her head, imagining

ago, she was awkward, desperate, and clinging to