HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 640

Lydia held Cale’s gaze, searching his face as if she could pull the truth straight out of him. She didn’t agree right away. But after a moment—after forcing herself to think more clearly—she let out a quiet breath.

“Alright. But you’ll explain everything, won’t you?” she said softly. “No more secrets?”

Cale nodded, though there was a trace of hesitation in it. “I’ll try.”

It wasn’t enough. Not really. But Lydia could see it—the effort, however small. And tonight, had already been too much, too full of things she didn’t understand. For now… that answer would have to do.

She turned away slowly, heading toward the bedroom without another word.

Behind her, Cale followed his steps heavier than before. The moment the door closed, he stopped. Just stood there for a few seconds, his expression tightening, unease flickering beneath the surface. But his mind was already moving ahead, faster than his body.

He pulled out his phone, stared at the screen briefly—then tapped a contact.

The call connected almost instantly.

“Mr. Cale.” The voice on the other end was calm. Familiar.

“Where are you?” Cale asked, his tone clipped.

“In Berlin,” the man replied. “Arrived about an hour ago.”

Cale moved toward the window, his gaze settling on the spread of city lights below. “Good. What about the information I asked for?”

“I have it ready.”

A brief pause followed. Cale didn’t speak right away, but the shift in his expression said enough—this wasn’t just any report.

“That girl,” he said finally. “Do you know who she is?”

“If you mean the woman you saw at the airport… yes, sir.”

The voice on the other end shifted—subtly, but noticeably. More careful now.

Cale’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Say it.”

“Chen Naomi.”

Silence fell. Not just a pause—something heavier, like an unseen weight dropping hard between them. Cale didn’t move. But something inside him clearly did.

“That’s not possible,” he said under his breath.

“The information points to it, sir,” Liu continued. “She’s the last surviving descendant of the Chen family.”

Cale exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. “The Chen family was wiped out, Liu.”

“It was supposed to be.”

That answer pulled a short, humorless laugh from Cale. There was no amusement in it—only a sharp edge, as if the very idea bordered on absurd.

“Supposed to be,” he repeated, closing his eyes briefly, as though forcing back something long buried. That name… it wasn’t just a name. It was a fragment of a past he had never truly left behind.

“She wasn’t there at the time,” Liu added carefully. “When the massacre happened… the girl was overseas.”

Cale opened his eyes slowly, the weight of it all settled deeper into his chest. “Who hid her?” he asked.

“The uncle of the Chen family head. Mr. Yuyang,” Liu replied. “He erased Naomi’s trail from that moment on.”

Cale’s eyes shut tightly.

That day… it came back in fragments—faces he knew, lifeless, drenched in blood. And among them… Chen Yuyang.

His hand curled into a fist without him realizing it.

“And now?” Cale’s voice turned cold again, stripping of anything unnecessary.

“Now… the situation is complicated.”

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