All Chapters of His Regret: Loved by My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

NoahThe morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting pale streaks of light across the bedroom. I blinked awake, the weight of the previous day crashing down on me. Neil was still missing. I was meant to go to work today. We had to prepare for Mexico, but doubts gnawed at me. What if I was missing something crucial at work? What if Thomas had left more clues? And besides, I owed Grace an explanation. She was too good to be working for a man like Thomas.I got dressed quickly, my mind racing. Could this be a mistake? Could I really afford to waste time at work while Neil was out there somewhere, alone and scared? Still, something in my gut told me I needed to go. Maybe Thomas had left behind a clue in his office, or perhaps it was simply the need to tie up loose ends before heading to Mexico. Either way, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the right move.When I arrived at the office, everything seemed… normal. It was unsettling. People moved about as if nothing had happen

Noah“Neil!” I cried, running toward Raymond and grabbing his phone. My heart felt like it was being torn apart. My voice was cracking with raw emotion. “Neil, baby, it’s Mommy. Are you okay?” Tears spilled from my eyes, blurring my vision. I held onto the phone like a lifeline. I was hoping, praying for his response.For a brief moment, there was only the sound of muffled sobs. Then, a chilling laugh that sent a bolt of fear through me. My heart sank.“Hello, you two. I heard someone’s been naughty at the office,” came a voice so filled with contempt I barely recognized it. Thomas. His tone dripped with a mocking cruelty that made my blood turn cold. “Who did you tell, Noah? Your little secretary, Grace?”My throat tightened. “I-I...” I couldn’t get a word out. I was frightened.Raymond’s voice cut through, sharp and filled with fury. “You bastard! How dare you kidnap our son? Do you have any idea how much trouble I can get you into? I’ll ruin you!”Thomas’s laughter deepened, dark

NoahI stood there for a long time, frozen. My back was still turned to Raymond. My mind was racing as I tried to figure out what to say, how to explain the truth. I glanced down at my swollen belly, which was now painfully obvious in the tight top Raymond had given me. My loose blouse had hidden my curves, but now… Three months along, and there was no hiding it anymore.My gaze drifted toward the breathtaking view of the mountains, forests, and endless skies stretching out before us. It was so serene, as if nature itself was trying to offer me some relief to the storm brewing inside me. But there was no escaping what I had to do.After a few moments of silence, Raymond's voice broke through my thoughts, soft but concerned. “Everything okay, Noah?”I swallowed hard. “Yeah…” I wasn’t okay, but I couldn’t stand there forever.“Can I turn around again?” he asked after a few more seconds, his tone uncertain.“Okay,” I said quietly, taking a deep breath as I turned to face him.Raymond tur

Noah"Raymond!" I cried, panic rising in my voice.The officer's grip on my arm tightened as he dragged me toward the building, his fingers digging into my skin. I pulled against his hold, my heart pounding wildly. I needed to get out of this, now.Raymond was out of the car in an instant, storming toward us like a thundercloud ready to break. His eyes blazed with a fury I hadn’t seen in a long time. "Let her go!" he roared, his voice echoing through the lot. The officer's confident smirk wavered, uncertainty flickering in his eyes as Raymond approached.“She’s my wife,” Raymond growled, stepping between us. He loomed over the officer, his fists clenched at his sides, ready to strike. “You will show her respect, or I swear, I’ll report this. Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with? I could ruin you.”For a moment, there was a stand-off. The officer's eyes darted between Raymond and me, calculating. My breath caught in my throat, fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins.Fina

NoahStill clinging to Raymond’s arm, we stepped cautiously into the temple’s entrance. The air inside was thick, damp and musty, as if no fresh breeze had touched these walls in centuries. Every breath felt heavy. Darkness swallowed the narrow corridor ahead, making it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of us. Raymond reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and switching on the flashlight. A dim, shaky beam of light pierced the darkness, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls.The walls were etched with ancient carvings—faded images of serpents and jaguars intertwined with patterns I couldn’t recognize. The floor was uneven, cracked stones jutting out in jagged angles. Every step we took echoed down the corridor.I held my breath, trying to make as little noise as possible. Each small shift in the air, each faint sound—a distant shuffle, a whispered breeze—made my heart jump. It was impossible to tell whether it was the temple creaking with age, or something—som