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."

Vincent grabbed her other arm. And just like that, the two men locked eyes with

scene unfold. It was an absolute mess of a standoff when Ethan's

said it so flatly and so unaffected it was like the chaos in front of

the elevator arrived

pushed his wheelchair inside. Staying would've just made her look like

reached the first floor. As they rolled out, she glanced over at him. "Mr. Henderson, how about I order

looked up at her with a cold expression. "You really think I'd

food. Grace thought back to the five million dollars he had given her,

in the head chef from the restaurant upstairs and have them

hand, even someone like him would be

Ethan's gaze lingered on her face longer than necessary. It was deep and

up beside them and took over the wheelchair

belatedly wondering if she had said something wrong again. Why did it feel like she kept triggering

followed behind, only to spot someone she hadn't

to stand in for her, it had

now, Andrea had just shown

moved fast, trying to intercept her, but

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

attractive and polished. She clearly thought Ethan would remember

of looking at her, Ethan raised

spine. She stepped forward quickly, trying to pull Andrea away. But

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

hadn't she put on that whole act, pretending to be virtuous and claiming she'd never go near a man again? With that

Andrea's eyes

Grace got it instantly.

look was a bit would take. Coupled with his money, power, and the O untouchable air he gave off, it was no

fantasy after fantasy in her head, imagining some

a month ago, she was