On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 264

Lance shook his head. “We’re husband and wife, Jessica. My fate is your fate. So don’t say such things. We’re going to be better than ever.”

Jessica raised her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist mid-air.

“Such a temper,” he said with a smile, his grip like steel. “We can’t have Amy picking up bad habits. You just be a good girl and stay here. The moment you give up on this divorce nonsense, I’ll let you out.” He pressed the plate and fork into her hands. “Now eat. Be good.”

He stood and took two steps back, his smile unwavering. “Don’t blame me, Jessica. At our wedding, you were the one who promised to love me for the rest of your life.”

After Lance left, a projector in the room suddenly whirred to life, casting a bright light that forced Jessica to shield her eyes. When she looked up, she saw what it was displaying: their wedding video. It was timed perfectly to the moment they were exchanging vows. She heard her own voice, filled with genuine emotion, making promises of eternal love.

It was all a twisted joke.

With a scream of rage, she hurled the plate at the wall, but it changed nothing. The video kept playing. She stared at the smiling image of Lance on the screen, wishing she could tear through it and kill him.

He was truly, utterly insane.

Every small movement she made was accompanied by the rattling of the chain on her ankle—a constant, mocking reminder that she was nothing but a bird in Lance’s cage. As long as he refused to let go, she would never be free.

The length of the chain was just long enough for her to reach the bathroom. She was trapped.

At The Kensington estate, Lance sat in the downstairs living room, chain-smoking as he waited for good news.

Amy came running down the stairs. “Daddy, play with me!”

Lance pulled her into his lap, wiping a smudge from her cheek. “How did you get so dirty?”

Aaron James’s voice came through the line, flat and grim. “Our guys were wiped out.”

Lance’s hand trembled.

“They never even saw George’s face,” Aaron continued.

Lance was speechless.

Just then, he heard a commotion outside. Before he could even hang up, he rushed to the door. A mercenary, barely conscious, was thrown at his feet.

A knot of dread tightened in his stomach. He looked up and saw George, his face a mask of cold fury, advancing on him one slow step at a time.