DEAR MY EX-HUSBAND, YOUR REGRET IS IN VAIN
It wasn't the voice of a guilty husband; it was the snarl of a cornered predator.
Niana turned slowly. Her tears had already dried, leaving salty, stinging trails on her cheeks. Her gaze was hollow and dead, as if her soul had already departed from her body.
"You left something behind, Sean. Or should I call it... The X Baby?"
A deathly silence enveloped the room for several seconds. Sean didn't show a single trace of regret. Instead, he strode across the room, reached the vanity, and slammed the laptop shut with a rough thud.