HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 346

**Shadows of the Past – By Emma Clarke**
**Chapter 346**

“Finally!” a voice erupted, thick with a sense of triumph that reverberated through the dimly lit room. The sound was like a stone thrown into a still pond, causing ripples of laughter among the small group of men gathered nearby. Their mirth echoed off the damp walls, mingling with the musty air that clung heavily to the space.

In the center of this grim atmosphere sat a stout man, his posture hunched as he leaned over a phone that looked as if it had seen better days. The screen flickered with a headline that made his lips curl into a slow, satisfied grin. It announced the death of Kate Callister, and with each word he read, his smile deepened, a twisted sense of pleasure washing over him.

“And the first door to my revenge has opened,” he murmured, his voice a raspy whisper that dripped with a sense of victory. “She wasn’t my primary target, but this outcome… it’s more gratifying than I could have imagined.”

Behind him, two subordinates stood like sentinels, waiting for his command. One of them stepped forward, his movements deliberate as he placed a thick envelope on the table with a soft thud.

“Everything’s been taken care of, Sir,” he reported, his tone steady and confident. “The truck driver has received his payment. He and his family are sealed tight; they won’t breathe a word. The trial unfolded exactly as you orchestrated. And should they stray from the script, we’ll ensure they remain silent.”

The stout man nodded once, a gesture that was both curt and approving. “Good. This world operates on money, power, and fear,” he replied, his voice low yet authoritative.

He retrieved another phone from his pocket—sleek, luxurious, a stark contrast to the battered device resting on the table. His fingers danced over the screen as he tapped a name, waiting with an air of anticipation. When the call connected, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes drifting up to the dim ceiling above, as if seeking guidance from the shadows.

“Hello, Sir?” came a voice from the other end, smooth yet laced with an underlying tension.

A smirk spread across his face. “It’s time for you to head to SunCity,” he instructed, his tone dripping with malice. “Make your way to the Callister estate. Execute the plan we devised while I was languishing in that prison. They will all… pay what they owe.”

On the other end, a woman’s voice responded—soft, yet unnervingly calm. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

A small, pleased chuckle escaped him, a sound that felt almost sinister. “Oh, and do bring a wreath if you see fit. Something to signify that you’re a humble, well-mannered woman who knows her place in this world.”

The woman laughed lightly, a sound that held an edge. “Of course, Sir. I’ll take care of it.”

“Good, Selena. Infiltrate them from within. Slowly. Silently. By the time they realize what’s happening, it will be far too late for them to salvage anything.”

His smile widened, taking on a predatory quality, reminiscent of a beast savoring the scent of fresh blood.

“I can hardly wait to witness the final outcome, my lord.”

“Then prepare yourself,” he instructed, his voice firm. “And keep me updated regularly. Our paths may not cross for some time.”

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