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

injuries, but nothing fatal,”

was being

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respond immediately. She already

cold. “Fine. But not tonight. I have something important

backing out, or

gave an indifferent “understood” and

echoed faintly over the

minutes, that car will collide with another self-driving car at a traffic light. The probability of fatality?

smile spread across Kyla’s lips. “Perfect.” She ended the

strain her heart—mimicking a severe cardiac

a safeguard, anticipating the day Noah

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

built in her chest, her breaths turning

against the wall, she staggered toward the