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.”

deeply. “Two hundred

can guarantee minor injuries, but nothing fatal,” the man

was being taken advantage

jaw clenched. “What

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respond immediately. She already knew this was

pause, her voice turned cold. “Fine. But not tonight. I have

“Just don’t think about backing out, or I might feel inclined to expose

gave an indifferent “understood” and sent over

echoed faintly

ten minutes, that car will collide with another self-driving car

“Perfect.”

heart—mimicking a

kept it as a safeguard, anticipating the day

was time to make the act real—to ensure Noah stayed by her side instead of

worked fast. Pressure built in her chest,

wall, she staggered toward