Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 138

The plan had been crafted with painstaking precision. Leveraging the immense wealth and influence of the Blackwood family, I carefully positioned myself as an indispensable ally to the Triads. I contributed generously to their research efforts, offered my resources without hesitation, and gradually earned my place deep within their inner sanctum.

“Two long years of playing their ruthless game,” I whispered to myself, the weight of all those moral compromises pressing heavily on my conscience. I recalled the countless moments when I had to stand silently by, powerless, as they carried out unspeakable atrocities. “Two years of doubting myself, wondering if I was losing sight of why I even began this mission.”

My hands clenched tightly into fists, nails digging sharply into my palms, grounding me in the present.

“But every single night, I’d come down here,” I continued softly, my voice thick with emotion. “I’d look at your face, Kira, and remember the real reason behind everything I’ve done—to hunt down those who took you from me, and to gain access to the technology that could bring you back.”

My heart pounded fiercely in my chest as I thought about the meeting earlier that evening, the revelation that had nearly shattered the carefully maintained calm I wore like armor.

“Today, during that meeting, I finally saw her,” I said, lowering my voice until it was barely a whisper, edged with cold fury. “The woman behind the red mask. That voice—it was the same one I heard from a distance on that terrible day—the voice that forced you to make that impossible choice between yourself and Kim.”

A surge of rage flared inside me, burning hot and all-consuming.

“I’d recognize that voice anywhere,” I vowed quietly. “After three relentless years of searching, I have finally found the person who killed you.”

I inhaled deeply, trying to soothe the wild wolf of anger stirring beneath my skin.

“I didn’t join them just for revenge,” I admitted, glancing down at Kira’s serene, preserved face. “Their Project Phoenix—the consciousness transfer technology—is the only hope I have of bringing you back to me.”

I moved over to the monitoring system, the array of screens and controls that kept the preservation chamber stable. Out of habit, I scanned the readings, though I already knew everything was perfect. I had personally ensured it.

“It’s a precarious balance,” I explained quietly to Kira’s silent form. “I must make the red-masked woman pay for what she did to you, but I also need to guarantee the success of the project so I can use it to restore you.”

Returning to the coffin, I placed my hand flat against the cold surface, feeling the chill seep through my fingertips.

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