All Chapters of TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The gun blast roared through the small cabin like a crack of thunder.Victoria shrieked, clutching her bloody left shoulder as she hit the floor hard. The small wooden match she had dropped landed right on a dry patch of rug–and instantly, a bright line of orange fire snapped to life, crawling fast toward the gasoline-soaked sofa!"Arthur!" I screamed.Arthur didn't pause for a single second. He charged into the room like a runaway freight train.One of the masked thugs raised a heavy wooden crowbar to strike him, but Arthur caught the man’s arm in mid-air. With a fierce grunt, Arthur twisted the thug’s arm back until a sickening SNAP echoed through the room. The man howled in pain, dropping the crowbar as Arthur threw a massive right hook straight into his jaw. The thug went down like a sack of bricks, knocked out cold on the floorboards.The second masked man panicked. Seeing his partner down and Victoria screaming on the floor, he turned on his heel and scrambled out the open front

My stomach dropped straight into my shoes."What did you say?" I gasped, grabbing the edge of the heavy desk. The room started spinning around me.Nurse Sarah stood in the doorway, shaking like a leaf. "It’s all over the internet, Dr. Sinclair! The local news channel just broke the story live! They are showing scanned pages of your late father's private medical logbook from ten years ago!"Arthur reached the desk in two huge strides, picking up Harrison’s tablet computer. His fingers swiped across the bright screen. I stepped right beside him, leaning over his arm to read the red headlines flashing across the main news website.BREAKING NEWS: ST. MATTHEW MEDICAL CENTER COVER-UP EXPOSED?CONFIDENTIAL FILES CLAIM FOUNDING SURGEON DR. CARTER POISONED LATE PHILANTHROPIST EVELYN SINCLAIR BEFORE HER DEATH."This is insane!" I screamed, tears of shock bursting into my eyes. "My father was a dedicated doctor! He spent his whole life saving people! He loved Arthur's mother like a sister! He wo

"Adrian is... alive?" The words barely came out of my throat. My hands clutched the lapels of Arthur’s suit jacket so hard my knuckles turned white."That's impossible, Vivian," Arthur said, his voice cold and steady, but I could feel the intense vibration of rage shaking his chest. He grabbed the tablet from Harrison’s hands, staring at the bright screen. "I personally verified his body six months ago at the county morgue.""You verified a body that was burned beyond recognition in a stolen car crash, Arthur," Harrison said softly, adjusting his glasses. "The dental records were faked by the county coroner–the same coroner who quietly deposited two million dollars into an offshore account three days later."I pressed my back against the cold hospital wall. My mind raced back six months.When the news broke that Adrian Kingsley had died in a fiery wreck on Highway 9, I felt a strange mix of sadness and relief. He had tormented me for years. He had stolen my savings, tried to destroy m

My legs gave out completely.Arthur caught me before I hit the floor, scooping me up into his arms and carrying me over to the edge of the bed. My mind felt numb. Cold terror flooded through every vein in my body."Victoria..." I choked out, clutching Arthur's shirt. "No. No, please God, no! She was locked up! They said she was going straight to state prison!"Arthur didn't answer right away. He grabbed his dropped phone off the rug, his face turning hard as carved granite. His dark eyes burned with a terrifying, lethal light."Harrison, I'm on speaker," Arthur barked into the phone, his voice flat and deadly. "Give me every detail right now."Harrison’s breathless voice came through the speaker, full of static and siren wails in the background. "Arthur, it happened twenty minutes ago on Interstate 95! The prison transport van was moving Victoria from the hospital wing to the high-security county jail. A heavy black tow truck slammed into the front of the van, forcing it off the road

The teacup in my hand clattered violently against the saucer."A royal princess?" I whispered, my voice sounding completely foreign to my own ears. "Harrison, that’s insane. My father was Dr. Richard Carter! He was a humble cardiac surgeon from Ohio!"Arthur didn't say a word. He stood right beside my chair, staring down at the heavy gold-embossed letter with a look of total shock. His big hand tightened over the back of my seat so hard the polished wood groaned under his pressure."Read it again, Arthur," I gasped, reaching up to take the letter from his fingers. "Every single word."Arthur cleared his throat, his deep voice trembling slightly as he read the formal British English typed on the thick cream paper."To Dr. Vivian Carter Sinclair. The High Court of the Royal Family of England, in conjunction with the Supreme Medical Board of London, officially summons you for an emergency lineage hearing. Certified DNA records deposited twenty-five years ago by the late Crown Prince Phil