Lahat ng Kabanata ng Too Late for Regret, Mr. Vale: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Ahtisa’s Pov“Look at this mess! Still can't clean a table properly?" Elena, my mother in law, voice echoed. “Then what are you good for?"I quickly bent down and started picking up the broken plates with my bare hands.My throat tightened. “I'm sorry, mother"The word came out of my mouth before I could stop it. All my life, I'd been sorry, whether I was in the right or wrong: I'm sorry for not responding to your text. I'm sorry for not heating your water. I'm sorry for living.“Sorry?" Elena scoffed, folding her arms. “Sorry doesn't change the fact that my son married a woman who brings nothing to his life"Nothing?A small laugh came out of my mouth. I wanted to argue that Adrian, my husband would not be in his position if it weren't for me but I said nothing because what could a wife do for her husband?My hands trembled as I cleaned the table. Elena continued to track my every movement.“What exactly do you do all day?" The old woman whispered. “You don't work. You don't manage a

Ahtisa’s PovMy eyes snapped open. Air rushed into my lungs like my head had been inside water for a long time.My chest rose sharply as if my body had forgotten how to breathe.My fingers curled against the cold surface, nails pressing into the wood.Wait, I was sitting. I wasn't lying on the floor dying.“... Officer Vale?"The voice sounded familiar but still, not too familiar. I blinked trying to get my vision to focus.Then it started coming in fragments. White walls. Metal table..I was in an interrogation room.My heartbeat stuttered.“No…” I said under my breath.It couldn't be…“Are you alright?" The same voice asked again, worried. I turned my head to the voice and froze.He was there, sitting across from me looking composed. Not the same man who had held me. His gaze fixed on me.Lucien Blackwell.My breath caught.I had just died. I remembered dying. The blood. The pain. Adrian's voice. Lucien's arms around me.My chest tightened.“... This isn't real," I murmured.Lucien'

Ahtisa’s Pov"No...please...Do... don't kill me." I yelled, jolting awake.A bead of sweat slid down my forehead.It was the same night from my death.I turned to look at the other side of the bed. The sheets were cold, untouched, like no one had been there through the night. I stared at the ceiling for a moment, letting the silence settle into my bones."Of course. Some things never change." In my past life, I would have checked the time first. Then my phone, hoping he had messaged with an explanation or an apology.And when none came, I would have created one for him. "He must be too busy with work, that's why he must have forgotten our anniversary today."I let out a small laugh.“…not anymore.”I swung my legs off the bed and stood up. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror across the room. Pale. Composed. Quiet.But there was something else now....A desire for revenge. “Where is Adrian?” I asked as I stepped into the dining area.Mrs. Dorothy hesitated before answeri

The bedroom was completely dark when I finally sat up in bed.I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was past midnight. Adrian still hadn't come home, which wasn't a surprise at all. In my past life, I would have stayed up crying, staring at the door and wondering what I did wrong to make him avoid me. Tonight, I felt nothing but a cold sense of relief. The longer he stayed away with Isabella, the more time I had to move my pieces across the board without him noticing.I pulled my phone from under my pillow. My fingers tapped on the screen, opening a hidden, encrypted messaging app that I had set up earlier.I typed out a quick message to Lucien Blackwell: The first phase is complete. The inheritance is secure. Adrian has no legal claim to my father's money or the company shares. He left the office empty-handed.I pressed send and watched the message disappear into the secure server. A few seconds later, my phone vibrated in my palm.Good, Lucien's reply came through. Meet me

The Mistress Steps In​The sun was bright outside, but inside the small cafe down the street from the office, the air felt tense.​Isabella sat at a small table in the corner, her fingers tapping quickly against her glass of juice. She kept checking her phone every few seconds until the front door clicked open and Adrian walked in. He looked stressed, his collar slightly open and his eyes dark with worry.​"Adrian, over here," Isabella called out, her voice low and hurried.​Adrian walked over and sat down across from her, letting out a tired breath. "Isabella, why did you call me out here? I have a lot of work to do at the office. Things are already difficult with Ahtisa right now."​"That is exactly why I called you," Isabella said, leaning across the table, her bright eyes wide with anxiety. "I heard what happened at the mansion last night. Adrian, your mother called me. She was crying. She said Ahtisa threatened to throw her out on the street. Is it true?"​Adrian rubbed his