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Author: Miss Sharon
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The car was moving smoothly through traffic, but I could barely focus on anything except the man sitting across from me. He looked exactly the same as he had in the cemetery - distinguished, expensive, completely out of place in my chaotic life.

But he was alive. The man I'd taken a bullet for was sitting here calm as could be, like getting shot at was just another Tuesday evening.

"You're not dead," I said again, still trying to wrap my mind around it.

"No," he replied with that same gentle smile.

"What happened? After I..." I touched my chest where the bandages were hidden under my torn hospital gown. "After I got shot?"

His expression darkened, and for the first time since I'd met him, I saw real anger flash in his eyes.

"After you took the bullet, that bastard was so shocked that he froze," he said, his cultured voice carrying a hard edge. "Complete surprise and alarm in his eyes, like he couldn't believe someone had actually thrown themselves in front of his gun."

I remembered th
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  • My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back    2

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  • My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back    1

    ARESI couldn't breathe right.Not because of the bullet wound in my side that had just been stitched up, or the three cracked ribs, or the fact that I'd lost enough blood to make the nurse keep shooting me worried looks. I couldn't breathe because Ivy was three doors down and I hadn't seen her in two hours.The hospital was chaos. Police swarming every hallway. Witnesses being interviewed. Crime scene investigators trying to piece together what the fuck had just happened to cause a shootout in the middle of the city.And me? I was sitting in this sterile room pretending I gave a single fuck about any of it."Mr. Mortivane." A cop appeared in the doorway. Young. Eager. The kind of stupid that gets people killed. "We need your statement about the attack.""Not now.""Sir, this is a murder investigation—""I said not now."He opened his mouth to argue. I looked at him. Really looked at him. Let him see exactly what kind of man he was dealing with. The kind who'd just killed four people

  • My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back    BOOK 2

    BOOK 2ARESPain.That was the first thing. Sharp and burning in my side where the bullet had torn through muscle and probably nicked something important. Every breath felt like swallowing glass.The second thing was blood. Mine. Hers. The kid's maybe—god, please not the kid's.The third thing was the smell. Gasoline and copper and burned rubber. The SUV's engine was still ticking, cooling down from the impact. We were upside down. My seatbelt was cutting into my shoulder. Everything was wrong-side-up and spinning even though we'd stopped moving.And the fourth thing—the only thing that actually mattered—was that they were coming.I could hear boots on pavement. Multiple pairs. Crunching over broken glass and twisted metal. Getting closer."Check for survivors.""Boss wants confirmation on all three targets.""The kid too?""Especially the kid. No witnesses. No loose ends."My vision was blurred, red-tinged from blood running into my eyes, but I could see Lucas. Hanging upside down in

  • My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back    YOUR SEXY WRITER

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  • My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back    168

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  • My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back    167

    IVY I woke up to fifty-three missed calls from Vincent. Deleted every voicemail without listening. Blocked his number. Then blocked the office line when he tried calling from there. The audacity of that man. The sheer fucking audacity to think I'd answer after what he'd done. Maya had stayed the night after the gala disaster, sleeping on my couch because she was worried about me. But this morning she'd had to leave for work—some emergency meeting Damien had called with the entire executive team. Probably to discuss how to undermine me or force me out or make my life hell until I quit for real. "Are you sure you'll be okay alone?" she'd asked, hovering by the door. "I can call in sick—" "I'm fine. Go. Handle whatever crisis Damien's manufactured." I'd hugged her. "I'll call you later." "Call me if anything happens. Anything at all." She'd looked worried. "Turner said there was chatter at the gala. People making threats—" "Turner's coming by later to check on me. I'll be fine."

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