No Room For Your Regret

What it’s about

Before the car even cleared the bustling streets of downtown Manhattan, Ethan demanded to pull over.

His precious little ward, Clara, was having another panic attack. Or a "heart flare-up," as she liked to call it.

I gripped his sleeve so hard my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood.

"Ethan, today is my grandmother’s eightieth birthday. If you walk out of this car right now, we are done. I'm filing for divorce."

He pried my fingers off his arm, his eyes as cold as shards of ice.

1. ☑1Chapter 1
2. ☑2Chapter 2
3. ☑3Chapter 3
4. ☑4Chapter 4
5. ☑5Chapter 5

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