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

Chapter 67

Chapter 67:

The letter. That damning, handwritten letter.

If Noah ever laid eyes on it and recognized her handwriting, the fallout would be catastrophic.

A sharp pang gripped Kyla’s chest, a cold wave creeping up from her toes to the crown of her head.

Her gaze locked onto the self-driving car vanishing into the distance. Without hesitation, she scribbled down its plate number.

She slipped into a quiet corner, pulled out her phone, and dialed. The call connected instantly. A laid-back male voice came through the line. “Well, well, it’s been a while. Miss me? Let me guess—another hotel? I promise, you won’t regret it.”

Kyla’s fingers tightened around the phone, her tone sharp. “I need to discuss something important with you.”

“Oh? And what pressing issue made you reach out first?” the man teased.

“Can you hijack a self-driving car and make it crash?” Kyla asked without preamble.

A brief silence followed, then a soft chuckle. “Naturally. Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? But… my skills don’t come cheap.”

inhaled deeply. “Two

guarantee minor injuries, but nothing fatal,” the man

realized she was being taken advantage

jaw clenched. “What

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immediately. She

“Fine. But not tonight. I have something

think about backing out, or I might feel

gave an indifferent “understood” and sent over Sadie’s license

faintly over

he spoke. “In ten minutes, that car will collide with another self-driving

“Perfect.” She ended the call and immediately swallowed

designed to strain her heart—mimicking a severe

anticipating the day Noah might suspect her

was time to make the act real—to ensure Noah stayed by

built in her

wall,