HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412 

They moved down to the lower floor. The corridor leading to the interrogation room was eerily quiet. White lights burned steadily overhead, casting sharp shadows along the walls. In front of the steel door, Arsen stopped. 

“Should I come in?” he asked. 

Daven shook his head. “No. Stay at the office and keep an eye on any necessary movements. If Bret makes a move, I want to know first.” 

Arsen nodded. “Understood, Mr. Daven.” 

The door opened. 

Oscar sat in the chair, his face pale, a thin bandage still wrapped around his temple. He lifted his head when Daven entered-then froze when he saw Cale behind him. 

Cale smiled. It wasn’t friendly. It was the kind of smile that made your stomach churn. “How are you, Oscar?” 

Oscar swallowed hard. “H-how are you here?” 

Daven frowned. “You know him?” he asked Cale. 

Cale shrugged. “At first, I thought it wasn’t the Oscar I knew. Turns out…” He smiled faintly. “The world is small, huh?” 

“I-I already talked to Mr. Daven,” Oscar stammered. He shifted in his seat, as if searching for a way out that clearly didn’t exist. With Daven and Cale inside the room—and security stationed outside-escape was impossible. 

“I know,” Cale said lightly as he pulled out a chair and sat directly in front of Oscar. “That’s exactly why I’m here.” 

Daven leaned against the wall, letting Cale take the lead. He trusted the man with this. Completely. 

“You look better,” Cale added. “Which means you still have the energy for one more conversation.” 

Oscar shook his head quickly. “I’ve already said everything.” 

“Not yet,” Cale replied gently. “You’ve only told us who paid you. That’s not the whole story, Oscar. And you know I don’t like half-truths.” 

Oscar fell silent. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Cale. His body trembled with fear. 

“What did Bret promise you?” Daven finally asked, taking a seat beside Cale. 

Oscar exhaled heavily. “Protection.” 

Cale let out a soft chuckle. “Classic.” 

“He said,” Oscar continued, his voice trembling, “that if I did my job, my name would be cleared. No one would touch me.” 

“And you believed him?” Daven asked. 

“I didn’t have a choice,” Oscar replied quietly, 

Cale leaned back. “Everyone has a choice. You just picked the easiest one.” 

Oscar lowered his head. 

“Listen carefully,” Cale said, his voice low. “Bret won’t protect you. He never protects anyone but himself.” 

Oscar looked up. “I know that now.” 

“Good,” Cale said. “Because now, your choices have changed.” 

“What do you mean?” Oscar asked, panic creeping into his voice. 

Not a peaceful silence-but one that felt heavy, as if the air itself had suddenly lost oxygen. 

Daven rose halfway on instinct, shock unmistakable in his gaze. Not because of the violence itself-he had seen enough of the darker side of the business world-but because of how fast Cale had acted, without hesitation, without restraint. 

“Cale-” Daven’s voice caught. 

Cale lowered the bat slowly. His hand didn’t tremble. His breathing was steady-as if what he’d just done wasn’t an outburst, but a calculated move. 

He looked at Oscar’s unmoving body, then wiped a speck of blood from his shirt cuff with a flat expression. 

“He’s not someone you can trust,” Cale said at last. His tone was calm, almost cold. “People like him don’t talk out of loyalty. They talk because they want to trade one betrayal for the next.” 

Daven studied his friend’s face, trying to read what went unsaid. “You don’t want to hear his confession?” 

Cale shook his head slowly. “There’s no need.” 

He walked over to the table and set the baseball bat down as if it were nothing. “There will be movement soon. The people who’ve lost contact with Oscar won’t stay quiet. They’ll start looking. And when they move-that will be our answer.” 

Daven fell silent. 

He understood what Cale meant. The people behind Oscar would panic. They would make mistakes. And those mistakes would be far more honest than any confession from someone who’d spent a lifetime lying. 

“So we let them come to us?” Daven asked quietly. 

Cale turned, meeting his gaze head-on. “We’re not waiting for confessions,” he said. “We’re waiting to see who feels threatened.” 

His eyes drifted back to Oscar’s unconscious body. “And trust me… they won’t take long.”