Todos os capítulos de Too Late for Regrets: The Betrayer Wants Me Back: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Erlan’s luxury sedan glided through the darkness of the night, navigating the quiet city streets wet with residual rain. Inside the silent cabin, the stillness felt immensely thick, filled only by the soft hum of the engine and the murmur of the air conditioner.Ravelle sat silently in the front passenger seat. She cast her gaze out the window, staring at the blurry reflection of the streetlights. The tears she had been holding back were now flowing silently, wetting her pale cheeks. Her hands, clenched in her lap, were still trembling slightly.Every time she closed her eyes, the image of Calysta’s swollen face and the child’s hysterical screams echoed relentlessly in her head. A suffocating tightness gripped her chest without mercy.“Even though... for these past eight years, that child never really considered me her mother,” Ravelle whispered suddenly. Her voice was raspy, breaking in the middle of the quiet cabin.Erlan glanced gently at Ravelle, maintaining his focus on the road

The afternoon breeze gently rustled the leaves in the garden behind the Branson residence, leaving a profound silence between Ravelle and Erlan. Erlan's hand felt incredibly warm, conveying extraordinary calm amid the turmoil that was overwhelming Ravelle's mind.Ravelle gazed into Erlan's clear eyes. There, she found no pressure, no demands, and no deceit—only sincere devotion that had remained unwavering for the past ten years. Thinking of Grandpa Branson's pale, resigned face lying in his bedroom, Ravelle finally took a deep breath. The heavy burden weighing on her chest gradually lifted, replaced by unwavering determination."El..." Ravelle called softly, her voice now steady, no longer trembling with hesitation."Yes, Vel?""I'll do it," Ravelle replied briefly, yet every syllable echoed with certainty. "I'll grant Grandpa's wish. Let's get married."Erlan froze in his seat for a moment. His eyes widened, as though he needed several seconds to process the simple sentence that had

In front of the ICU corridor, which had fallen silent once again, Kyle remained seated on the cold marble floor. The sound of Ravelle and Erlan's footsteps gradually fading into the distance still echoed in his mind, as if mocking the devastation that had consumed his entire life. Slowly, the man lowered both hands from his tear-streaked face.His breathing was still ragged, and his chest felt unbearably tight. Yet amid that overwhelming despair, a spark of wild obsession suddenly ignited behind his bloodshot eyes.Kyle slowly rose to his feet. He brushed the dust off his trousers and straightened his wrinkled suit with trembling fingers."No... this isn't over yet," Kyle whispered to himself, his hoarse voice filled with hatred and denial of reality.He pressed a hand against his pounding chest as he recalled the look in Ravelle's eyes moments earlier. She had spoken with such coldness and merciless resolve, but Kyle refused to believe that a woman who had devoted her entire life, lo

The master bedroom in the Branson residence felt so warm and serene. The night lamp in the corner of the room emitted a soft, golden-yellow glow, reflecting the shadows of two human beings who were enveloped in the warmth of the night. Outside, the sound of the gentle night wind blowing between the garden trees became a natural backdrop that perfected the atmosphere. Ravelle was lying on her back on the large bed. Her breath was softly panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly due to a surge of emotion and a mixture of awkward feelings. Above her, Erlan towered over Ravelle's body, resting on his two sturdy arms. The man's face was extremely close, gazing at the woman beneath him with a look brimming with affection, warmth, and deep sincerity. In that intimate silence, the memory of her physical weakness and dark past suddenly flashed faintly in Ravelle's mind. Doubt slowly crept in between the gaps of her courage. "El... I'm afraid I won't be able to satisfy you," Ravelle wh

The iron door of the detention cell in Sector Five was opened by an officer. Kyle stepped inside with a face that had grown gaunt and haggard. Dark circles lay heavily beneath his eyes, radiating the anger and resentment that had been festering in his chest for the past several days.Behind the wooden table separating the visitation area, Jessica sat in a dull orange prison uniform. Her hair, which had once always been perfectly styled at her favorite salon, was now messy and lifeless. Her beautiful face was covered in bluish bruises—the remnants of the beating she had received from several inmates a few nights ago.However, the moment her eyes caught sight of Kyle, there was no fear or regret on Jessica's face. Instead, her dry lips curved into an irritating, mocking smile."Well, well, look who's here," Jessica sneered in a hoarse voice. She leaned back against the wooden chair, looking Kyle up and down. "The esteemed Mr. Kyle Stevens. What brings you all the way here to visit a pri