Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 1193:

“Because I could use a little lapdog.”

Suddenly, his hand shot up and clamped around her jaw.

The pressure was unbearable; she let out a muffled whimper. But the glare in his eyes rooted her in place like ice in her veins.

He forced her chin up, examining her features with unsettling focus.

“This face… looks about eighty percent like Sadie,” he murmured, tracing a path across her cheek with a ghost of a touch, though his expression stayed as frozen as ever.

Hailey’s hands balled into fists, nails digging so deep into her palms they nearly broke the skin.

Mortification surged through her—a raw, searing shame, unlike anything she’d ever known.

remarkable doctor at Rosewood Hospital. When had anyone ever dared humiliate her like

She couldn’t even afford to

wasn’t merely cold-hearted—he was deranged. A beast draped in skin. If she pushed him too far, she was certain he’d end her life without

blurred the line between love and mania. Still, no matter how

Hailey refused to crumble beneath this. She wasn’t anyone’s

had only one card left—and she

she reached out and clasped the same hand that had just cut off

her cheek, lips curling into a practiced, delicate smile. Her words came out hushed, trembling by

“If…”

stay. I’ll stay with you.” Her voice wavered, deliberately frail. Tears hovered on

stand him either. Tossed

live on

gaze narrowed, fixed on the near-replica of the woman he loved, now putting on this pitiful charade—and something sickened

his hand free and shoved her away. Hailey staggered,

want to take Sadie’s place? Don’t kid