All Chapters of Too Late for Regrets: The Betrayer Wants Me Back: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The touch of Kyle's arm wrapped tightly around her waist felt suffocating to Ravelle. Every breath he exhaled against the back of her neck no longer gave her the sense of security it once had. Instead, it sent an unsettling tickle down her spine that made her stomach churn. In Ravelle's mind, the video she had seen in the office that afternoon—Kyle's lips hungrily devouring Jessica's—played over and over again with painful clarity."Kyle, let go," Ravelle said, her voice flat and demanding, completely devoid of the affectionate tone she once used. "Release your arms. I can't breathe."Instead of obeying, Kyle tightened his embrace even more. He buried his face deeper into the crook of Ravelle's neck, possessively inhaling her scent."No. I already told you, I don't like it when you ignore me like this, Vel."Ravelle closed her eyes, struggling with all her strength not to drive her elbow into the man's jaw behind her."I said let go, Kyle!"The sudden jerk of Ravelle's body loosened K

The tense atmosphere in the dining room vanished the moment the sound of Ravelle's house slippers echoed as she approached. Kyle and Jessica immediately moved away from each other, quickly straightening their clothes and composing their expressions as though nothing had happened just moments ago.Ravelle stepped into the dining area with her chin held high, radiating an aura of cold elegance. Her gaze swept briefly across the table before settling on Jessica."Good morning, Ma'am," Jessica greeted in the gentlest voice she could manage, wearing a fake obedient smile. She hurriedly pulled out the head chair for Ravelle, acting like a secretary as well as a house assistant who knew her place. "Breakfast is ready. I helped Aunt Soraya prepare your favorite dishes this morning."Ravelle did not return the greeting. She merely glanced at Jessica expressionlessly before taking her seat without saying thank you. Her hand moved calmly to the glass pitcher, pouring herself a glass of water.Ky

Ravelle knew every corner of the mansion by heart. After the sound of Kyle's and Jessica's footsteps faded away from the hallway outside her room, she moved silently toward the balcony connected to the emergency staircase at the back of the house—a route usually used only by the servants to clean the outdoor area. With calm and precise movements, she managed to slip out without attracting Soraya's attention or alerting the guards at the front gate.A black sedan with a quiet engine was already waiting beneath the shade of a large tree several hundred meters beyond the mansion's outer grounds. As soon as Ravelle approached, the front passenger door opened automatically. She immediately got in and took the seat beside Erlan.Erlan looked at Ravelle intently, checking for any physical injuries after hearing that Kyle had locked her up. "Are you alright, Vel?" he asked, his voice filled with restrained concern."I'm fine, El," Ravelle replied briefly, letting out a long breath as though t

Time moved on mercilessly, creeping through the silent seconds until the long-awaited night finally arrived. The antique clock in the corner of the master bedroom chimed softly, announcing that it was exactly midnight. The mansion was completely silent, with nothing but the whisper of the night wind slipping through the windowpanes.Tonight, Kyle wasn't coming home. He had sent a brief message several hours earlier with the same old excuse Ravelle had long since memorized: he was working late at the office because of an urgent matter with the board of directors. Ravelle knew very well that the phrase "working late" was Kyle's code for spending the night in his office with Jessica without being disturbed.In the dimly lit bedroom, Ravelle stood before the vanity. She stared at the ring finger of her left hand. A white gold diamond ring rested there—a symbol of ten years of devotion and blind loyalty that had ended in a revolting betrayal.With a slow yet unwavering motion, Ravelle slip

The atmosphere in the mansion's main hall grew increasingly tense as time passed. The clock had already struck two in the morning, yet Ravelle's disappearance remained an unsolved mystery. Kyle paced back and forth like a caged lion, his phone repeatedly dialing the same number, only to be met with the operator's monotonous voice. Even the CCTV footage reviewed by the security team showed no sign of Ravelle passing through the front gate. It was as if she had vanished into thin air."Damn it! How can a grown woman disappear from this house without a single one of you knowing?!" Kyle roared again, causing the servants still lined up in the main hall to lower their heads even further.Jessica, who had been standing in the corner of the room all this time, gradually began to lose her patience. The joy she had felt over Ravelle's departure was suddenly overshadowed by what she considered Kyle's excessive panic. In her eyes, Kyle should have been celebrating their freedom instead of acting