Too Late to Say You Love MeChapter 1
In our eight years of marriage, Owen brought home ninety-nine mistresses, indulging in debauchery night after night.
Until the hundredth woman appeared—and for the first time, he broke tradition and took her to a banquet.
The young woman was a thrill-seeker. She dragged him to the pool for a secret rendezvous, tearing her lingerie in the process.
Owen’s gaze landed on me, cold as ice. “She’s just a naïve girl. Her undergarments tore just now—take yours off and let her borrow it for the night.”
“There’s a bathroom upstairs in the suite. Help her clean up properly. You know the scent I like. Do it the usual way.”
I stayed unusually calm and pulled out the divorce papers I’d prepared long ago.
The surrounding guests laughed mockingly.
“Again? How long do you plan on kneeling this time? Is five days enough?”
Owen casually pulled the woman into his arms and kissed her forehead, thinking this was just another empty threat—another one of my staged tantrums.
What he didn’t know was, I had already died.
The person standing in front of him now was nothing more than a walking corpse.
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The laughter from the crowd stabbed through me like a knife.