Too Late to Regret

Kyle Jackson cheated.

Candice stood outside the CEO’s office.

A cold chill seeped through her as if she were wrapped in a sheet of ice. Her black high heels seemed to melt into the dark-veined marble floor.

After a moment, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” came a deep male voice from inside.

Candice tightened her grip slightly on the documents in her hand and opened the door with the other.

As soon as she stepped inside, a soft smile appeared on her lips. She walked straight to the man’s side.

“Busy? I’ve got a few urgent documents that need your signature.”

Though she asked if he was busy, she had already placed the documents in front of him, even thoughtfully flipping to where he needed to sign.

Kyle had just returned this morning from a business trip to Switzerland.

He had come straight to the office to handle work. His desk was already piled with files, and his usually sharp, aristocratic face showed signs of fatigue.

Without even glancing at the documents handed to him, he signed every page.

“Thanks for your hard work.”

Candice gathered the signed documents, then casually asked, “Will you be home for dinner tonight?”

“I’ve got plans. Don’t wait for me,” he replied without even looking up.

“Alright, then I’ll head out.”

Candice turned and walked away with the documents.

But the moment she turned around, the smile on her face turned into one of icy mockery.

As she passed the lounge attached to the office, she heard a faint sound—like a kitten or puppy hopping off a bed. She glanced toward the sofa.

There were scattered snack wrappers on the coffee table, a half-finished milk tea, and on the floor, a toppled pale pink high heel…

In an instant, she understood. Her heart turned to ash.

Candice returned to her own office.

It felt as if the short walk back had drained all her energy. When she finally sat down, she let out a long, weary breath.

From the pile of documents, she pulled out one.

The divorce agreement.

Flipping to the last page, she traced his signature with a mocking expression, recalling the past…

His once-passionate vow to marry her.

Her mother-in-law’s sneering reminder not to get too full of herself—"A man can never love just one woman."

And how she once believed, “We’re different.”

Ha. Different? What a joke.

He was cheating with a young girl and thought he’d hidden it well, shamelessly enjoying the thrill of the affair.

This recent business trip? He took that girl along.

And now he’d even brought her back to the company.

Candice pulled her hand back and snapped a photo of the signed page, sending it to her mother-in-law with a short message: He signed.

A week ago, she had negotiated a deal with her mother-in-law.

The woman demanded Candice initiate the divorce and keep their secret marriage hidden.

In return, she agreed to a ten-billion-yuan settlement.

In one month, she’d make sure Kyle was completely out of her life.

Knock knock—

Someone knocked on the door.

Candice quickly put away the agreement. “Come in.”

The door opened, and in walked Terry, Kyle’s assistant.

“Miss Hale, the CEO asked me to bring this to you,” he said, placing an emerald velvet box on her desk.

She opened it carelessly. Inside was an exquisite, likely very expensive diamond jewelry set.

And the first image that flashed through her mind?

A girl with short hair and dreamy eyes in a bathrobe, carelessly dangling a diamond necklace, soft lights behind her, a messy bed, kiss marks stark against pale skin…

Disgust churned in her stomach.

“Thank you, Assistant He.”

She lifted her gaze. Her eyes were like blades.

Terry felt a chill run down his spine.

Nervous, he blurted, “The CEO picked it out himself—it’s a one-of-a-kind set.”

Too bad his heart wasn’t one-of-a-kind.

She didn’t want it anymore.

Candice smiled faintly.

“Oh, is that so? How touching—he found time to buy me a gift despite his busy schedule.”

Something about her tone felt… off.

Terry broke into a cold sweat. Does she know… about Miss Jones?

Without another word, he quickly left the office.

Candice looked at the jewelry with a look of disdain, as if it were something filthy.

She took out her phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to a luxury resale dealer:

Sell this for me. Donate the money to a children’s foundation for the mentally disabled.

The resale dealer: "…"

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5:00 PM. Parking garage.

Candice had just reached her car and opened the door when her gaze unintentionally swept across to the opposite side—where another car was already running.

Through the window, she saw Kyle in the backseat.

And next to him, the short-haired girl was sitting close, radiating youthful energy and cuteness.

“President—!”

Terry shouted in panic and slammed on the brakes.

Through the glass and across the space between them, Candice and Kyle locked eyes.