All Chapters of He Regretted It and Begged for a Second Chance: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

Elara's footsteps echoed softly across the wooden floor of a modern minimalist apartment tucked away in a secluded corner of the city.The space was not particularly large, vastly different from the suffocating grandeur of the Laurent mansion, yet here, she could finally breathe the freedom she had been deprived of for so long.Elara placed her handbag on the kitchen counter and let out a long breath, as though shedding every burden that had weighed on her shoulders over the past two years.Aric followed behind her after making sure the unit's steel door was securely locked from the inside.He placed the car keys on the table before looking at his friend reassuringly."You're safe here, Elara," Aric said, his tone calm and free of any doubt.He crossed his arms and leaned against a pillar."The security access in this building is extremely strict. Neither the Yoris family nor Mike's spies will be able to discover that you're here."Elara glanced at him briefly before curling her lips

The hospital corridor had already grown quiet as the clock crept toward four in the morning. Inside the surgeons' private lounge, Elara sat back against a somewhat worn leather sofa, her stiff back finally finding a moment of relief. She closed her eyes briefly and stretched her legs, which had gone numb after standing nonstop beneath the operating lights for nearly five hours. An overwhelming physical exhaustion weighed heavily on every joint in her body, yet strangely, a sense of peace slowly settled in her chest. Here, she was useful. Here, she was appreciated.The lounge door creaked softly, drawing Elara's attention. Aric stepped inside carrying two plastic bags in each hand, the savory aroma of hot food and coffee immediately filling the room."I knew you'd be starving," Aric said with a warm smile as he placed a cup of hot milk coffee and a box of honey waffles on the low table in front of Elara.Elara opened her eyes and smiled faintly at the small gesture of kindness."Thank

Large spotlights illuminated the studio stage where Laurent Group's newest clothing line was being showcased. In front of the camera lenses, Vania twirled gracefully, displaying a premium silk gown with a forced professional smile. Every now and then, she deliberately cast flirtatious glances toward the corner of the room, where Mike stood tall, overseeing the photoshoot.However, Mike's attention was not on Vania at all. He kept checking his watch, ignoring the briefing sheet handed to him by the creative director standing beside him. His thoughts were trapped hundreds of miles away, in a master bedroom that suddenly felt impossibly distant."Okay, that's a wrap for today! Great job, everyone!" the photographer shouted at around four in the afternoon.The moment the instruction echoed through the studio, Mike immediately turned around."Pack up all the documents. We're heading back to the capital now," Mike ordered, his voice deep and cold, leaving no room for argument.Vania, who ha

Three days had passed like a slowly unfolding hell for Mike Laurent. The study that had once been the most peaceful place for him had now turned into a chamber of relentless self-interrogation. On top of the sturdy mahogany desk, the dark blue leather folder still lay in the exact same spot, not shifted by even a millimeter since he had brought it back from the mansion. The two divorce papers inside remained pristine, untouched by his signature.Mike leaned back in his executive chair, staring blankly at the screen of his new phone. There were no notifications, no reports from his men regarding Elara's whereabouts. The woman had truly vanished as though swallowed by the earth, severing every connection and trail until not a single clue remained.Knock! Knock! Knock!The office door was knocked on impatiently before it swung open, revealing Vania stepping inside in her newest designer dress. Her beautiful face was twisted into a sour expression, and her eyes immediately landed on the b

The glow of the corridor lights on the upper floor of Laurent Group gradually dimmed as the night wore on. Mike's footsteps, which had originally been headed back to his office, came to an abrupt halt in front of a quiet hallway near the archive room. A shrill voice that sounded all too familiar drifted faintly through a slightly ajar wooden door. It was Vania's voice. However, there was none of the coquettish tone or fake tears she usually showed in front of him. Her voice sounded cold, demanding, and filled with panic.Mike held his breath, moving silently as he pressed himself against the partition wall."I know! Do you think I'm not stressed, huh?!" Vania snapped at the person on the other end of the phone. Her footsteps echoed as she paced back and forth restlessly inside the empty room. "That bitch has been gone for two months, but Mike still hasn't signed the divorce papers! I still haven't managed to become Mrs. Laurent, damn it!"Mike narrowed his sharp eyes. His jaw slowly t