Too Late for Regrets: The Betrayer Wants Me Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“How is that possible?!”Ravelle's voice rose, not out of hysteria, but from a demand for logic that flatly refused to accept what she had just heard.“I live with him every day! We share a bed, manage assets together, and celebrate our wedding anniversary! How can the government declare that we've been divorced for eight years?!”The middle-aged clerk let out a heavy sigh. At this administrative counter, he had witnessed hundreds of domestic dramas, but the cold yet fragile composure in the eyes of the woman before him felt different.“The central system's data never lies, Ma’am. This divorce certificate is valid, complete with both your signature and Mr. Kyle Stevens' signature from eight years ago,” the clerk explained while clicking through the digital document on his screen. “And... there is another legal fact you should know.”Ravelle gripped the edge of the marble desk, but her gaze remained fixed straight ahead.“Tell me.”“Two months after this divorce certificate was issued,

Ravelle pressed her fingers together as they felt as cold as ice while stepping out of Kyle's private study. Her chest churned, no longer with sadness, but with measured anger.With calm steps carefully controlled to make no sound, she intended to head to the clean kitchen for a glass of water. However, as she passed the servants' corridor leading to the service kitchen, a faint conversation brought her movements to a halt.“Have you already mixed the medicine into her drink? Mr. Kyle asked you to prepare warm tea for that woman, didn't he?”It was Jessica's voice.Her tone was no longer sweet or professional as usual. It sounded cold, commanding, and filled with the authority of a mistress of the house.“Yes, Ma'am,” replied a woman's voice that was extremely familiar to Ravelle's ears.It was Soraya, the head housekeeper who had worked at this residence for ten years—the woman who had always acted sweet and whom Ravelle trusted the most to handle domestic affairs.Ravelle concealed

Ravelle stepped into the luxurious Stevens family mansion with absolute composure. As expected, not a single servant came to greet her in the main lobby. The atmosphere of the house felt thick and suffocating, saturated with pretense.She intended to go upstairs to freshen up and change out of her formal clothes. However, just as her foot touched the top step, her ears caught the muffled sounds of moans coming from behind the slightly open door of the master bedroom.Ravelle's footsteps slowed, not out of fear, but because of a profound sense of disgust.She approached without making a sound and stopped behind the crack in the door.On the marital bed she had diligently cared for over the past ten years, Jessica Hepburn was moving wildly atop Kyle's body. The secretary was still wearing her tight office blouse, but her skirt had been pushed up messily to her hips.Kyle was not completely undressed either. His white shirt hung half-open, revealing a frenzy of desire he had never once s

The atmosphere inside the five-star hotel's grand ballroom instantly erupted with thunderous applause and admiring whispers as the host tapped the microphone, drawing the full attention of every guest in attendance. The auditorium spotlights, which had previously illuminated the entire hall, gradually converged and locked onto the entrance of the VIP room.From there, Kyle Stevens stepped out.His tall, imposing figure was wrapped in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo designed by a renowned fashion house, capturing the attention of many women in the room. But tonight, it was not his handsome appearance that became the center of attention. Instead, it was the massive bouquet of ninety-nine flawless white roses that he carried with utmost care.To the media and investors, the white roses symbolized his eternal love and unwavering devotion to his wife. This 10th Anniversary celebration was attended not only by influential business tycoons but was also being broadcast live through the corp

The rumble of music from inside the five-star hotel ballroom slowly faded, replaced by the cold whisper of the night wind as Ravelle stepped out toward the pick-up area. Under the brightly lit canopy of the terrace, Kyle’s luxury sedan was already waiting, its door opened by a valet attendant.Kyle walked beside Ravelle, occasionally adjusting the position of his suit draped over his arm. The man’s face still carried a deep sense of satisfaction. The business media interview a few minutes earlier had gone extremely smoothly, and he knew very well that Stevens Corporation’s position on the stock market would be secure the next morning after tonight’s flawless image of their perfect household.However, just as Ravelle was about to lower herself into the back seat, a voice laced with a tone of anxiety broke the silence of the night.“Mr. Kyle! Mrs. Ravelle! Please wait a moment!”Ravelle stopped her movement. She straightened her body again, slowly turning on her heel to see Jessica Hepb