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Chapter Eight: The Name They Never Asked
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Too late for regret, Mr Ashford Chapter Eight: The Name They Never Asked
Julian's POV"Elise is a Carrington, Mother, and I married her without knowing it."My mother's soup spoon stopped an inch from her lips. Across the long dining table, beneath the chandelier she had insisted on importing from Vienna, Margaret Ashford turned her head toward me with the slow, dangerous elegance of a woman who has just been handed something dirty."Do not be absurd," she said. "That girl came from nowhere. She told us so herself.""She never told us anything." I had not touched my food. I was still wearing the tie from the boardroom, and it felt like a hand around my throat. "I have been trying to remember one occasion in four years when any of us asked her about her family, and I cannot find a single one.""I asked her about her people at our first dinner.""You asked whether she had any, and she said her father was gone. You said that was a shame and moved on to the wine."My mother set the spoon down with great care. At the foot of the table, Veronica was perfectly st
Too late for regret, Mr Ashford Chapter Seven: The Letter in the Safe
"Your father wrote this on the worst night of his life, and he made me swear to hand it over only after you took his chair."Naomi Chen stood in the doorway of my new apartment at eleven o'clock at night, still wearing her office suit, with a small steel case tucked under one arm like a sleeping animal. She had not knocked. I had given her a key on the first day, along with every spare set of everything I owned."I took his chair six days ago, Naomi.""Then I am six days late, and I apologize." She stepped inside and glanced around the living room with her sharp lawyer's eyes. "You have lived here a week, and you have not unpacked a single box."She was right. The penthouse sat on the thirty first floor of a building Harold had chosen for its private elevator and its three separate exits, and it held a sofa, a lamp, and a skyline. Moving boxes stood against the far wall in a neat, abandoned row. I had worn the same cardigan for two days, and the brace on my wrist had begun to itch in
Too late for regret, Mr Ashford Chapter Six: Eleven Minutes Late
"I am not negotiating with my wife."Julian said it to the walnut table, to the ten directors, to the skyline behind me, to everyone in that room except the woman he was actually speaking about. He had not taken the chair Harold offered him, and he stood with both fists planted on the polished wood, as though the table might confess something if he leaned hard enough."Then it is fortunate that I am not your wife," I said. "Your lawyers have held my petition for six days, Julian. I assumed they had mentioned it.""They mentioned it." His jaw flexed. "I have not signed anything.""The signature that ended our marriage was mine, and it dried long ago." I nodded to Naomi, who rose from the corner of the table with a slim blue folder and laid it in front of him without a word. "Sit down, Mr. Ashford. You are about to discover that your temper is the least expensive thing in this room."Daniel Reeves, who had finished gathering his scattered papers from the carpet, touched his employer's s
Too late for regret, Mr Ashford Chapter Five: The Woman at the Head of the Table
"Your husband's company has been breathing through our lungs for four years, Miss Carrington."Naomi Chen set the final ledger on the table with a quiet thud, and the weight of it rattled my untouched coffee. We sat in my father's old office on the fifty-second floor of Carrington Capital, surrounded by dark walnut shelves, framed maps of cities he had helped to build, and a view of the skyline that made the Ashford Tower look like a toy. A week had passed since I had walked out of that mansion, and the cast on my wrist had finally been traded for a brace."Explain it to me again," I said. "Slowly, please."Harold Pierce lowered himself into the leather chair across from me and folded his gnarled hands. "Four years ago, Ashford Group was seventy-two hours from bankruptcy. A holding company called Larkspur Trust wired four hundred million dollars into their accounts on the final night, and the money arrived with no interviews and no press release.""Larkspur was my mother's favorite fl
Too late for regret, Mr Ashford Chapter Four: NEVER MINE
"Take the pearl necklace off before you leave, dear, because it belongs to the family."Margaret Ashford did not look up from the florist's catalog on her lap as she said it. She sat on the cream sofa in the grand living room with her back perfectly straight, one manicured finger resting on a page of white orchids, and she spoke as calmly as if she were ordering lunch.I stood in the doorway with my right wrist wrapped in a cast and a single suitcase hanging from my left hand. Three days after the accident, I had walked back into the house where I had lived for four years, and I found it already rearranged around a woman who was not me.Veronica sat beside Margaret with a cashmere blanket draped across her knees and a silver cane propped against the armrest. Her hair was brushed into soft waves, and her cheeks carried just enough color to look fragile. She lifted her gaze to mine, and her eyes filled with tears that arrived right on time."Elise," she said, rising halfway with a grace
Too late for regret, Mr Ashford CHAPTER THREE: NOTHING LEFT TO SAVE
"I am so sorry, Mrs. Ashford, but we were not able to save your baby."Dr. Okafor said it softly, with her hand resting on the rail of my hospital bed, and for a long moment I did not understand that the words were meant for me. The room was too white, and the machine beside my head beeped too evenly, and my body felt like a house that had been emptied while I slept. Then my fingers drifted beneath the thin blanket and pressed against my stomach, and I found only flat, aching silence where a heartbeat had been."When?" My voice scraped out like paper. "How long ago?""Two nights ago, during the surgery. The impact caused severe internal bleeding, and the placenta detached before the rescue team reached you." She paused, and her eyes shone with tears she was too professional to let fall. "You lost a great deal of blood, and the paramedics told me it was nearly forty minutes before they could cut you free. We did everything we possibly could."Forty minutes. I turned the number over in
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