My Funreal 83

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Chapter 83 Torment & Satisfaction–Kael’s Regret Hit Hard!

After hanging up on Sloane, Kael was still seething with rage.

single mistress had cost Voss Group over $100 million–it was a ridiculous waste!

am’s call came through moments later. “Mr. Voss, I’ve taken care of what you asked. You and Mrs. Voss can head over tomorrow directly.”

ael’s irritation eased slightly at the news. “Good.”

am hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “Mr. Voss… what about Ms. Reed?”

ael’s eyes hardened, his voice dropping, cold and sharp. “She got what she deserved. Leave her be.”

learing that, Sam didn’t dare press further.

ael ended the call, left his study, and made his way to the bedroom. Nova was already asleep. He tiptoed over, tucking the covers around her gently.

ooking at her peaceful face, his heart softened completely–all the frustration and anger melting away.

le lingered for a long time, his gaze reluctant to leave her, before carefully slipping his hand under the covers to measure her ring finger. After checking the andage on her calf, he finally quietly left the room.

he second the door clicked shut, Nova’s eyes flew open. Her clear, bright eyes were now red–rimmed with unshed tears.

he warmth of Kael’s hand still lingered on her skin.

he knew exactly what he’d been doing–measuring her finger for a diamond ring.

¡rief and bitterness washed over her. A memory flashed back. Years ago, when he’d bought her that first ring, he’d also snuck a piece of string to measure her inger in the middle of the night. Back then, she’d been so overjoyed she couldn’t sleep a wink.

he next evening, when he’d come home, he’d hesitated to give her the $500 ring–embarrassed it wasn’t expensive enough, afraid he’d let her down.

ut he’d never understood that she’d never cared about the price. All she’d wanted was him–the thought behind the gift.

back then, he’d had only $500 to his name, and he’d spent every penny on her, skimping on meals to afford it. That love had meant more to her than any luxury he’d cherished it for years, never feeling wronged.

Now, the scene was almost identical–but there was no trace of that old joy. Only a crushing sadness.

Nova tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Sloane’s words replayed in her head, over and over. She told herself she didn’t care, but the pain in her chest refused o fade.

the threw off the covers and got out of bed, craving a glass of water. As she passed the hallway, she noticed the study light was still on.

t was 3 a.m.–why wasn’t he asleep?

Curious, she pushed the door open. The room was empty, but just as she turned to leave, her computer pinged–new messages.

Nova froze. She stepped closer, her eyes landing on a stack of diamond ring designs spread across the desk. Kael must have been looking at them earlier and forgotten to put them away.

Her chest tightened, a dull ache spreading through her.

Another ping echoed. Nova glanced up at the screen–and her heart skipped a beat. Tears sprang to her eyes instantly.

The messages read-

Sloane: [Kael, I’m so scared. Everyone’s attacking me online, and those people came back… they’re knocking on my door. Please, can you come stay with me?]

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Chapter 83 Torment & Satisfaction–Kael’s Regret Hit Hard!

Kael’s reply was cold. [Call security. Call the police.]

Sloane: [No one’s helping me…]

Finally, it seemed he’d caved. Kael sent a voice message. “Wait for me.”

His tone was helpless, but there was no mistaking the tenderness in it.

Nova listened, and it felt like a boulder had been dropped on her chest–heavy, suffocating, painful.

There it is. He still can’t bear to see Sloane suffer.

But when she’d been harassed by those crazy fans, where had he been? Why hadn’t he cared then?

Even when he’d “helped” her later, it had only been to protect his interests.

What a joke of a “preference.”

Nova’s eyes burned. She opened Twitter–and sure enough, all the trending topics about Sloane had vanished. The waves of hate directed at her were gone, wiped clean.

Nova’s heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. Her throat felt tight, like she was choking on sorrow.

Humiliation.

Grief.

shame…

She bit her inner lip so hard it bled. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at the ring designs on the desk.

At 22, he’d slipped that $500 ring on her finger, his voice full of regret, promising, “I’ll never let you down.”

she’d believed him wholeheartedly. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined their once–happy marriage would turn into this–so ugly, so broken.

Vova fled the study, her steps unsteady. She wandered the house aimlessly, searching for something she couldn’t name–until she finally remembered she’d

wanted a glass of water.

The living room was dark and cold.

Meanwhile, Sloane’s place must be warm and cozy, with someone by her side.

Not like here–empty, freezing, a prison of loneliness.

Tova dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. Her shoulders shook with sobs.

Ten years!

the’d loved him for ten years.

And in the end, she had nothing to show for it–nothing but an empty house and a broken heart.

It was past 3 a.m. when Kael returned from the jewelry store. He held the ring box in his hand, a smile lingering on his lips,

Sam called again. “Mr. Voss, I’ve sent someone to handle Ms. Reed’s situation.”

Kael’s smile faded. “Good. Tell them to keep an eye on her–no more messes.”

He’d never wanted to help Sloane, but she was still tied to the company. Ignoring her wasn’t an option.

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Chapter 83 Torment & Satisfaction–Kael’s Regret Hit Hard!

Sam added, “One more thing, sir. We’ve made progress on tracking Mrs. Voss and your mother’s movements. The tech team will have a full report soon.”

Kael’s heart tightened. “Hurry.”

Last night, he’d seen the calendar in Nova’s bedroom–their anniversary was approaching, but instead of excitement, he’d felt a strange, gnawing fear.

And then there was the way she’d hidden her tablet when he’d walked in.

What is she hiding?

What is she planning?

Kael frowned, deep in thought.

He hung up, set his phone on the table, and collapsed onto the sofa. He rubbed his temples, exhaustion weighing on him, but his mind was racing.

After a moment, he pulled the ring box out of his pocket, staring at it. His furrowed brows finally relaxed.

None of it matters. As long as Nova stays with me, safe and sound.

A small smile tugged at his lips.

she’ll love this ring. I know she will.

The next morning, Nova slept fitfully. She woke up early, curling up in bed to work on her designs–anything to distract herself from the pain, from the

nemories that haunted her.

Her focus was shattered by the doorbell.

Nova frowned, confused. Who would be here so early? She threw back the covers and headed downstairs to answer the door.

As she passed the guest room, she paused. Normally, Kael would have already returned from his morning run by now, making her breakfast in the kitchen.

But today, the house was silent. No sound of pots and pans, no smell of coffee.

s he still asleep?

He’d never been one to laze in bed.

s he sick?

Nova bit her lip, hesitation flickering across her face. Finally, she reached for the doorknob and pushed it open.

The room was spotless–no sign that anyone had slept there,

1e hadn’t come home last night.

Nova’s face turned deathly pale. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the doorknob.

She let out a bitter laugh, mocking herself for caring, for forgetting.

He went to Sloane’s last night.

Of course he did. He dotes on her so much.

Sloane had thrown a little tantrum, and he’d rushed to her side.

But what about her? He’d known she’d been harassed by those fans–had known how terrifying it had been. And yet, he’d had no qualms about leaving her alone in this empty house, in the middle of the night.