Too Late To Win Me Back Novel by Poppy Finch _ Novel





Too Late To Win Me Back Chapter 01

Marianna Ferran was the laughingstock of Miami's high society.
While other wealthy wives spent their days driving off mistresses and guarding against illegitimate children, she went out of her way to keep her husband Jeremy Harlow's lovers happy.
She carefully picked out gifts for holidays, anniversaries, and their birthdays.
She was even more attentive than Jeremy—keeping track of the other women's cycles and arranging for the family doctor to check on them when their cramps hit.
When Jeremy was caught on a date with his mistress, netizens rushed to Marianna's defense and trashed the other woman. Marianna, however, did the unthinkable: she called in the PR teams to delete the posts and even spoke in the woman's favor.
Now, Jeremy was smitten with a college student named Loretta Macelyn, neglecting his former fling, Jayla Pherson, because of her.
Jayla wasn't about to just take this lying down. She barged into the Harlow's estate with paparazzi in tow, smashing things as she cried over the way she'd been treated, then slit her wrist, determined to force Jeremy to come back to her.
But Jeremy never showed up—it was Marianna who cleaned up the mess.
In the VIP ward, Jayla, her wrist wrapped in bandages, cried pitifully as she clutched Marianna's hand tightly.
"Anna, Jeremy used to treat me so well. I've been with him for so many years. How could he just fall out of love like that?"
Marianna gently patted her hand, a faint smile on her lips.
"Cooking for you, checking in on you constantly, giving you whatever you want... I totally get why you're falling for it. It's quite the ego boost when a man like him humbles himself for you. But you should know—when he was pursuing me, he treated me far better than he ever treated you."
She paused and let out a sigh.
"When I found out he cheated, I cried, made a scene, and asked for a divorce. He even knelt by my hospital bed for an entire week, begging me for forgiveness.
"Guess what happened? He continued to cheat. You're not the first, and Loretta won't be the last. Let it go. If you step aside now, you can at least leave with a handsome settlement."
Jayla instinctively retorted, "I'm not after money. I truly love Jeremy—"
But when she met Marianna's calm, knowing eyes, she faltered and looked away guiltily.
After a moment, she gritted her teeth. "I want 8 million dollars, plus a house on North Bay Road."
Marianna smiled and handed her a confidentiality agreement.
Jayla signed it.
"From what I heard, you demanded 8 million before agreeing to stay," she scoffed. "Over the years, women drifted in and out of Jeremy's life, yet you—the child of a hostess and a gambler—managed to remain as his wife. You must feel pretty proud of being favored, right?"
Marianna put away the agreement, lowering her eyes to hide the bitterness in them. Her voice was soft.
"I'm nothing special to Jeremy. I just happened to come first."
After leaving the hospital, she headed back to the Harlow's estate.
As soon as she entered the living room, Jeremy pressed himself against her from behind.
Marianna turned and looked up.
Jeremy's striking face bore a look of sensual contentment. His large hand rested on her waist as he murmured, his tone nonchalant, "Jayla acted out of line.
"I'm sorry you had to deal with all that hassle on her account. I will make it up to you, I promise."
Marianna gave no response.
His idea of compensation was nothing more than expensive jewelry and luxury items.
Everyone in Miami thought she stayed by his side for money.
Jeremy also believed she would overlook any betrayal for money, so he'd grown increasingly brazen over the years—cheating on her without even trying to hide it.
"As your wife, it's my duty to ease your troubles—no compensation necessary."
She gently pushed his hand away and handed him a stack of documents.
"But Jayla wants the house you used to live in on North Bay Road. The contract is ready—just sign it."
Without even looking, Jeremy picked up a pen and signed his name swiftly.
Once he was done, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.
"Don't you want to know how I intend to make it up to you?"
Before Marianna could respond, he lowered his head slightly.
"We've been married for seven years—it's time for a child," he said, his voice tinged with expectation. "Marianna, give me an heir."
Marianna froze for a moment.
Bearing an heir came with a promise—that Jeremy would give her full claim to his vast wealth.
Actually, if she hadn't discovered his infidelity back then, their first child would've been five by now.
She glanced meaningfully at the obvious hickey on his neck, stepped back, and spoke stiffly.
"It's late. Go shower and rest. The baby-making can wait."
Following her gaze, Jeremy noticed the mark on himself and complained helplessly, "Loretta reminds me of you back then—poor, stubborn, possessive, and always leaving marks on me. I'll tell her to tone it down."
He gently stroked Marianna's face, praising her with a smile.
"You're the best—always mature, steady, graceful. It's rare to see you jealous again. I'll go wash off her scent right away, okay?"
With that, he turned and headed upstairs.
Marianna sighed softly. "It's fine. I don't mind."
Jeremy had already gone upstairs—whether he heard her or not, no one knew.
But Marianna truly didn't mind.
This was the last time she would clean up his romantic mess—and the last time she would ever play his dignified wife.
After Jeremy's second infidelity, her heart went cold. The eight million wasn't for luxury—it was to secure the international medical resources needed to keep her critically ill grandmother alive.
A few days ago, her grandmother passed away, leaving her with no reason to stay.
Marianna lowered her head, looking at the documents Jeremy had just signed, a relieved smile forming on her lips.
Hidden among the stack of documents was a divorce agreement.

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