My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back
Chapter 150: Too Late

Chapter 150: Too Late

Valerie started gasping for air, her hands flying up to tap against Eryx’s arm in panic.

"Eryx—Eryx, please—" she croaked, struggling.

Inside the car, Lunara’s eyes widened. She reached for the door handle, heart pounding. "Callum! He’s going to kill her!"

Callum quickly locked the door from the inside.

"Please, stay inside, Madam," he said firmly.

Lunara glared at him. "What if he strangles her?!"

Callum glanced back briefly. "Don’t worry. Sir never kills."

He paused, as if reconsidering his words. Then added with a wince, "He just... leaves them breathing. Barely."

Lunara stared at him. "Oh, that’s so much better."

Callum gave a light shrug. "Let’s just say... people don’t cross him twice."

Valerie’s legs buckled slightly as she kept tapping frantically on Eryx’s arm. Her face was turning red, breath shallow.

"Eryx—please..." she gasped out again.

Finally, he let go.

She stumbled back, coughing and clutching her throat, her hair sticking to her sweaty face. Her mascara was smeared, eyes wide with fear. She looked like she finally realized who she’d messed with.

"I-I’m sorry..." she croaked. "I’ll apologize to your wife... I’ll say it publicly... I swear I will..."

Eryx’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked.

"Apologize?" His voice was low and cold. "You think an apology will fix what you did?"

Valerie froze.

"Will it bring back what my wife lost?" His voice rose, not loud, but sharp enough to cut through the air like a blade. "What we lost?"

She opened her mouth but couldn’t speak.

Eryx stepped closer again. "You crossed a line, Valerie. You don’t get to walk it back with words."

Inside the car, Lunara swallowed hard. She had never seen this side of him, the furious, unrelenting Eryx. She never wanted to see it. A chill ran through her entire body.

"I will apologize and bow to her. She’s inside, right?" Valerie knelt down properly and pointed toward the car.

Eryx let out a short, disbelieving snicker. "And you think I’ll let you see her just because you want to?" He crouched down in front of her, his voice cold. "Even when you hid your true nature, Valerie... I already knew what you were from the start."

"I—I really didn’t know she was pregnant at the time, and I didn’t mean to push her." Her lips trembled as she scrambled for an excuse.

"Of course you didn’t know," Eryx said, his eyes narrowing. "You planned to make it look like my wife pushed Naomi down the stairs, didn’t you?"

Valerie’s lips lost all color.

Her silence was enough.

Eryx’s jaw tightened as he watched her, a bitter scoff slipping past his lips. "You thought if Naomi miscarried, the entire Grantham family would turn against Lunara. That we’d cast her out. That I’d go running back to you."

Valerie’s eyes darted toward the car, her voice barely audible. "I didn’t think it would go that far..."

"No," Eryx snapped. "You didn’t think at all. She tried to avoid Naomi, and ended up falling alone. She lost our child...because of you."

Valerie’s breath was shallow, more like she had a hard time breathing under Eryx’s gaze.

"Do you think your apology was enough to bring back everything?"

Valerie’s breath hitched, her eyes glistening with panic. Slowly, she reached out toward Eryx’s arm, desperate, trembling.

"Then tell me..." she whispered, her voice cracking. "What should I do? Just tell me—how can I make up for everything?"

Eryx looked down at her hand on his arm.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t soften.

Instead, his words dropped like ice. "You don’t."

Valerie’s hand froze in place.

"There’s nothing you can do that will ever fix what you’ve done," Eryx said, his voice low, steady, and merciless. "This isn’t the kind of mistake you erase with tears and apologies."

With a sharp flick of his wrist, he pushed her hand away like it was filth.

"Crawl all you want. Bleed all you want. But don’t ever think you’ll be forgiven." He brushed invisible dust from his sleeve, his expression full of disdain. "And tell your father, he’d better brace himself. It’s time he paid for raising a daughter with no conscience."

Valerie’s eyes widened in horror. "No... please, no," she gasped.

Then she dropped to her knees, clutching his leg with both hands. "Eryx—please! Don’t do this! I’ll do anything! Anything to make it right! Just don’t go after my father. He—he..." she paused, "I will die on his hand if you decide to go to the company."

Eryx’s voice was cold, almost mocking as he looked down at her. "And what’s that got to do with me?" he asked, his tone laced with disbelief.

Valerie’s breath felt short, the desperation in her eyes growing. "You don’t understand," she stammered, her hands shaking as she gripped his leg tighter. "My father... he’ll never let me go. He won’t forgive me for this. If you destroy the company, I—" She gasped for breath, her throat tight. "I’ll be dead to him. He’ll have me killed, Eryx, you don’t know what he’s capable of!"

Eryx stared down at her, his expression unreadable. For a moment, there was silence, as though he was weighing her words. Then, without a hint of sympathy, he knelt down to meet her gaze.

"And I don’t care, Valerie."

With that, he stood and turned his back on her, his coat brushing against her trembling figure as he walked away. His hand lifted in a subtle gesture—silent, commanding. Callum, watching from the car, immediately understood. He opened the door just slightly, enough to slip out and approach without drawing attention, his expression taut with focus.

They couldn’t let Valerie disappear into hiding again. Not anymore.

But before Callum could take a full step, Valerie moved.

In a blur, she lunged to her feet and yanked out a small flip knife from behind her back. The metallic snap of the blade echoed through the cold air.

"I should’ve let you die that night," she hissed, eyes wide with fury as she charged toward Eryx’s back.