Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 532

Chapter 532 I’ll Talk

Noah exhaled slowly, burying the chaos churning beneath his calm exterior. Then he picked up the phone.

“Speak.”

“Mr. Noel. Everything’s in place. The visit to the prison is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.” Jack’s voice came through the line, respectful and measured.

Noah’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening ever so slightly.

“Understood.”

There was a beat of silence. Then his voice dropped, colder.

“One more thing. I want Hailey watched. Around the clock. Every move she makes–report it to me. Immediately.”

On the other end, Jack hesitated, taken aback.

Hailey? Why?

Although he didn’t understand why Noah suddenly issued this order, he still didn’t question it.

“Yes, Mr. Noel. I’ll handle it.”

The next day, at high noon, Noah entered the visitation room at Jazmah Prison. He carried himself with quiet purpose, his presence sharp and heavy. He sat down, his posture composed, yet every line of his face spoke of cold resolve.

Moments later, the clink of chains and the thud of boots echoed through the corridor.

A woman was led in–thin, pallid, wearing the drab uniform of the incarcerated.

Vivi.

Time had not been kind to her. Her face bore the wear of confinement, but her eyes still burned with venom and malice.

She looked up casually–then stopped dead.

Her breath hitched. Noah?

He wasn’t dead?

Reality slammed into her like a punch to the gut.

For a beat, her mind reeled. Why had he come? What did he want?

Still, Vivi fought to keep her expression controlled. She slipped into that familiar facade, even as her heart pounded beneath it.

Noah met her gaze with indifference.

No greeting. No small talk.

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“Who is Kyla?”

The question struck like lightning. Vivi’s head jerked up, eyes wide with disbelief.

Kyla? Why was he asking about her?

Her thoughts raced.

Did he not remember? Could it be…

A reckless, thrilling thought crept into her mind—

He had lost his memory.

Carefully, she masked her reaction.

Her lips curled slowly into a derisive smile, laced with cruelty.

“Mr. Wall, forgive me, but I’m a little confused…” Vivi said smoothly, tilting her head with mock innocence. “You came all this way… just to ask me about Kyla?”

She watched him intently, then leaned forward, her voice softening as she carefully accented every syllable.

“Kyla was your beloved… don’t you remember?”

The question sliced through the air like a dagger.

Noah’s brow furrowed, his jaw tightening.

No way!

The name, Kyla, gnawed at him. Like a splinter under skin.

Beloved? That couldn’t be right.

But then, could she be connected to the rift between him and Sadie six years ago? The file Jack unearthed, the whispers of a broken marriage, could Kyla have been the reason?

Across the glass, Vivi watched him like a hawk. She saw the tension in his posture, the flicker of confusion in his eyes.

That was when she saw it–the emptiness in his eyes.

Noah had no recollection.

He didn’t know who Kyla was and seemed to detest her name.

This could change everything.

Noah inhaled slowly, pushing past the rising irritation. His voice was low, cold, steady.

“What about Sadie?”

At that name, something dark rippled across Vivi’s expression.

Her lips twitched in disgust.

“Sadie?” she repeated, with a sneer. “She’s nothing more than a shameless intruder. Everything fell apart because of her. If it weren’t for-”

She stopped herself mid–sentence.

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Then, her demeanor shifted. She lifted her chin, a glint of mischief and calculation flickering in her eyes.

“You want the truth, don’t you? You want to know what happened three years ago. And before that. I can tell you everything. But I want something in return.”

She licked her dry lips, eyes gleaming with hope.

“Get me out of this hellhole first!” Vivi’s voice cracked with urgency. “Let me out, and I swear–I’ll tell you everything. Every detail, word for word. What do you say?”

Noah didn’t answer at once. He simply stared at her, a glint of cold amusement flickering in his eyes.

How pathetic.

A convicted criminal, in a prison jumpsuit, trying to negotiate with him?

Noah had faced people far more dangerous than Vivi, and not once had he bowed to threats- or bargains made in desperation.

He stood without a word, not even sparing Vivi a final glance, and turned for the door.

Panic surged through Vivi like ice water. Her pulse spiked.

No!

She couldn’t just let him walk out!

She couldn’t rot in here. Not any longer.

Three years inside these walls had already eroded her sanity.

“Wait! Please!” she screamed, slamming her palm against the partition so hard the glass trembled.

“I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything! Just–just make it bearable in here, please! Mr. Wall… for Kyla’s sake. For our friendship. I’m not asking for freedom–just a little relief.”

Noah stopped.

Then slowly, he pivoted, returning to the seat with measured calm, his gaze still like ice.

Vivi exhaled shakily. For now, it seemed she had made the right decision.

She steadied her breath and began, her voice low, laced with fabricated emotion, “The truth is… back then, you and Kyla were deeply in love. Everyone knew it–you were about to get engaged.” She paused, watching Noah’s face for any sign of reaction. “But Sadie–she couldn’t stand it. She hated Kyla for having your heart. Out of envy, she began plotting behind your back. She twisted everything, destroyed your relationship, and… and when Kyla tried to fight back, Sadie sent her away to Boxing Street in Wheosia. You know the place–crime–infested, lawless. She sent Kyla there to suffer. Alone. With nothing.” Vivi pressed a trembling hand to her chest. “Kyla was soft… kind. She never stood a chance against someone like Sadie.”

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