His Regret Came Too Late for My Heart

When my mother lay at death’s door, I turned to my then-fiancé, Ethan Harris, pleading for his help — but he walked away and married Elara Moon instead.

With time running out and options exhausted, I accepted an offer from billionaire Marcus Elwood, a marriage of convenience meant to buy my mother a chance at life. The operation, however, failed.

For half a decade I clung to the illusion that Marcus cared for me, until chance delivered a conversation I was never meant to hear. Through a cracked door I caught his voice, flat and untroubled: