Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 67:

The letter. That damning, handwritten letter.

If Noah ever laid eyes on it and recognized her handwriting, the fallout would be catastrophic.

A sharp pang gripped Kyla’s chest, a cold wave creeping up from her toes to the crown of her head.

Her gaze locked onto the self-driving car vanishing into the distance. Without hesitation, she scribbled down its plate number.

She slipped into a quiet corner, pulled out her phone, and dialed. The call connected instantly. A laid-back male voice came through the line. “Well, well, it’s been a while. Miss me? Let me guess—another hotel? I promise, you won’t regret it.”noveldrama

Kyla’s fingers tightened around the phone, her tone sharp. “I need to discuss something important with you.”

“Oh? And what pressing issue made you reach out first?” the man teased.

“Can you hijack a self-driving car and make it crash?” Kyla asked without preamble.

A brief silence followed, then a soft chuckle. “Naturally. Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? But… my skills don’t come cheap.”

Kyla inhaled deeply. “Two hundred grand.”

“For that price, I can guarantee minor injuries, but nothing fatal,” the man countered smoothly.

Kyla realized she was being taken advantage of.

Her jaw clenched. “What do you want?”

“Simple. A night with you.”

𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕤.𝕔𝕠𝕞

Kyla didn’t respond immediately. She already knew this was coming.

After a brief pause, her voice turned cold. “Fine. But not tonight. I have something important today.”

“Deal.” The man agreed without hesitation. “Just don’t think about backing out, or I might feel inclined to expose your secrets.”

Kyla gave an indifferent “understood” and sent over Sadie’s license plate.

Keystrokes echoed faintly over the call.

Moments later, he spoke. “In ten minutes, that car will collide with another self-driving car at a traffic light. The probability of fatality? Around eighty percent.”

A slow, pleased smile spread across Kyla’s lips. “Perfect.” She ended the call and immediately swallowed a pill.

The pill was designed to strain her heart—mimicking a severe cardiac episode that would fool any medical scan.

She had kept it as a safeguard, anticipating the day Noah might suspect her illness was a facade.

Now, it was time to make the act real—to ensure Noah stayed by her side instead of running to Sadie’s rescue.

The drug worked fast. Pressure built in her chest, her breaths turning labored.

Supporting herself against the wall, she staggered toward the hospital.

The busy outpatient hall blurred before her eyes.

A final inhale—then she crumpled to the floor.

“Someone collapsed!”

“Nurse!”

“She’s not breathing!”

“Blood pressure’s plummeting!”

“Her heart’s out of rhythm!”

“Increase the dosage, now!” Inside the oxygen chamber, alarms shrieked as medical personnel scrambled to stabilize Kyla.

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