HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 288

**Shadows of the Past – By Emma Clarke**
**Chapter 288**

The announcement erupted like a series of fireworks, each report igniting a wave of jubilant chaos among the gathered journalists. Their voices intertwined, a cacophony that celebrated what felt like a long-awaited triumph.

“Harold Drayden arrested!” one shouted, his voice rising above the din.

“Former mayor of SunCity exposed—corruption and hit-and-run charges!” another cried, the thrill of the revelation evident in every syllable.

“Exclusive! The fallen tyrant’s ruined face!” a third reporter chimed in, eager to capitalize on the sensationalism.

The atmosphere was electric, spiraling into a frenzy. The wailing of ambulance sirens sliced through the air, yet even that urgent sound was drowned out by the frenzied roar of the press, each member vying for the best angle, the hottest scoop.

In a shadowed corner of the street, safely hidden from the prying lenses of cameras, Cale Miller stood with his arms crossed, a chilling smile dancing on his lips. He adjusted the small binoculars he had been using, his eyes glinting with a sense of satisfaction as one of his men approached, urgency in his stride.

“It’s done, sir,” the subordinate reported, his voice low but tinged with excitement. “I’m certain Harold’s allies won’t see this coming. Your little surprise this morning will shake them to their core.”

Cale’s grin widened, a predator reveling in the hunt. “Make sure the media—online, print, all of it—keeps this story running nonstop. Don’t give his people a moment to twist the narrative. We need to drive public opinion straight into the ground against Harold and his team. And ensure that the lawyers he hires… are ours. A little gift from the Millers will remind them exactly who they’re dealing with.”

“Understood, Mr. Miller,” the subordinate replied, nodding with determination.

Cale turned his gaze back toward the police station, his eyes locked on the storm he had unleashed. But he wasn’t done savoring the moment.

“That’s how you fall, Harold,” he murmured under his breath, the words laced with a sinister satisfaction. “Not with a bullet, but with the weight of your own shame.”

Just then, his phone buzzed insistently. Chris’s name illuminated the screen, and a smirk crept across Cale’s face. Perfect timing. Nothing quite like rubbing it in.

“You actually did it?” Chris’s voice rang out, brimming with exhilaration the moment Cale answered. “You’re out of your damn mind.”

“And is this really the gratitude I get from you, Chris?” Cale drawled, feigning innocence. “After the mess you created—why should I be the one to clean it up for you?”

Chris clicked his tongue in annoyance, the irritation palpable even through the phone. “Yeah, I know—you’re good at revenge. But you didn’t have to say it like I couldn’t handle Harold myself. Daddy told us to be cautious, remember?”

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