His Regret Began When She Let Go のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Rachel stepped out of her car with urgency, her jaw set and her movements sharp despite the dull ache still lingering in her ankle.Something was wrong and she did not hesitate, she walked into the company.The usual hum of activity was gone. No casual greetings, no normal atmosphere of work.Instead, employees stood in stiff clusters, whispering in low voices that cut off the second they noticed her.Rachel’s eyes narrowed slightly.Her grip tightened around her bag as she moved forward, ignoring the stares, ignoring the unease crawling under her skin.Williams spotted her almost immediately. “Mrs. Morello—” he began, hurrying toward her.“What is going on?” Rachel asked sharply, not slowing down.Williams hesitated.That alone told her everything and her heart dropped instantly.Rachel didn’t wait for him to answer. She pushed past him and headed straight for her office.The door was slightly open.That was wrong.Rachel’s steps slowed for just a fraction of a second before she push

Bryce paced the living room, his hands rubbing at his temples as though the motion alone could erase the frustration building inside him. Evangeline sat on the edge of the sofa, her posture tense, fingers tapping rapidly on her knee.“We have to go after her,” Bryce said finally, his voice low. “Whatever’s happening with Rachel right now… she’s not thinking clearly. And leaving without even telling Dominic—this isn’t just anger. This is fear, and she’s making decisions she’ll regret.”Evangeline tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. “And you think she, being married to Dominic, have the right to just barge into her life? We’re not the enemy. But we are… entangled in all this, Bryce. She’ll see us as part of the problem.”Bryce stopped pacing, turning toward her sharply. “I don’t care if she sees us as the problem! Rachel’s hurting. Dominic isn’t exactly… approachable right now, and we know how she’s been handling things alone since she was here. If we don’t step in, this isn’t just ab

Rachel’s vision blurred as she drove, the road ahead stretching into streaks of light. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, but her mind was nowhere near the road. It was still trapped in everything that had happened—Dominic, the company, her father, the call, every single thing!Her chest tightened as tears slid down her cheeks.She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision, but it only made the burning worse. The city lights reflected off the wet surface of her eyes, distorting everything into something unfamiliar.“Focus…” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling.But focus was the one thing she couldn’t grasp.Her phone buzzed faintly in the passenger seat, but she ignored it. Nothing mattered right now. Nothing except getting away, getting somewhere quiet, somewhere she could breathe without everything collapsing on her.Her grip tightened further on the wheel. Then headlights flashed. Bright and too close.Rachel’s head snapped up. There was no time to react, t

Rachel swung her legs over the side of the bed, testing her weight carefully. Her body screamed in protest, every movement sending jolts of pain up her side and through her ankle.“I can… I can walk,” she murmured, wincing.Alaric’s eyes narrowed, his expression taut with concern. “Rachel, don’t push yourself—”She took a shaky step forward, breath catching in her throat. Her foot hit the floor, and immediately, a sharp, searing pain shot through her side and down her leg. She gasped and collapsed back onto the bed, clutching her midsection.“Elara…” she whispered, voice strained, panic creeping in. “How… how did he know I was here?”Elara shifted to her side, brushing a gentle hand across Rachel’s arm. Her eyes were wide, but calm. “I couldn’t watch both of you ignore each other any longer,” she said softly. “It was too much. You needed to face him. And he needed to see you… alive, safe.”Rachel’s eyes filled with tears, the pain mingling with confusion and lingering fear. She open

Jodie’s fingers clawed at his wrist as she struggled for air, her back pressed harshly against the wall.“Let go—” she choked, her voice breaking as she tried to pry his hand away from her throat. But the man didn’t loosen his grip.His eyes burned with something dark, something that had been buried for too long.The music around them still pulsed, but the space near them had begun to shift. People were watching now. There eyes fixated on her.The club manager rushed forward, panic written all over his face. “Hey! You can’t—”He didn’t finish. The man turned abruptly and struck him with a single, brutal motion and the manager was sent crashing backward, his body slamming into a table before hitting the floor.Gasps broke out around the room.The tension snapped instantly. People moved away, clearing space, not wanting to be involved.Jodie’s chest tightened, her breath uneven as fear finally pierced through her earlier arrogance.“Stop…” she rasped, her hands trembling now against his