Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 32
Chapter 32:
With a firm grip, he seized Sadie’s shoulders, his brow furrowing deeper. “Sadie, what the hell are you doing here?” he
demanded sharply. As he leaned closer, the unmistakable sharp scent of alcohol hit him, and his frown deepened into a scowl.
“Have you been drinking?” he asked, his displeasure unmistakable.
The moment their bodies collided, Sadie immediately recognized him by his signature cold, woody fragrance—Noah. The
realization only fueled her desire to flee.
She believed, deep down, that if Noah hadn’t been supporting Kyla, Kyla wouldn’t have dared target her so blatantly.
At that moment, Sadie was overwhelmed by discomfort, her senses heightened to an unbearable intensity. Though Noah’s touch
had been gentle, a dull pain throbbed in her shoulders.
“Get your hands off me! Let me go!” she cried out, her voice trembling with desperation.
Her plea seemed only to provoke Noah, whose grip tightened in response. He pulled her flush against his chest, his hold
unyielding as he spoke in a chilling tone. “Can’t resist making a mess, can you, Sadie? You’re not holding back anymore, huh?”

Noah’s imposing presence surrounded Sadie, and her heart squeezed painfully, as if trapped in a vice, stealing her breath away.
For a fleeting second, Sadie ceased her struggles, allowing herself to feel the confinement of his embrace. Her voice, when she
spoke, was shaky and heavy with tears.
“What did I do to deserve this?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Since the love of your life came back, I didn’t stand in your way
—I agreed to the divorce. I even left our home to keep the peace, yet it seems you and she just can’t let me be!”
In the midst of her emotional turmoil, Sadie unleashed a torrent of pent-up feelings.
A twisted sense of triumph flickered through Noah as he listened. Could her recent erratic actions be a sign of her love for him,
still burning too fiercely to extinguish?
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Thinking of the years of deep affection Sadie had shown him, Noah found it wasn’t so easy to simply let go. Perhaps his
approach had been too harsh.
He exhaled a heavy, resigned sigh, signaling a reluctant compromise. “Alright, let’s put the brakes on the divorce for now. Take
all the time you need to adjust, but know that I won’t stay forever.”
Sadie felt a sharp pang in her heart upon hearing his words. Did he really believe she needed time to adjust to the idea of their
separation?

A bitter smile twisted her lips as tears cascaded down her cheeks.
“Noah, your cruelty knows no bounds,” she said, her voice cold and detached as she turned her head away, shutting her eyes to
block out the sight of him. “I don’t need time to adjust. You can vanish from my life whenever you please—it would be better if
you never returned!”
A shadow fell over Noah’s expression, his aura turning icy and menacing. He couldn’t believe she would dare speak to him like
that.
Seizing her chin, he forced her to look at him, his voice sharp and commanding. “Sadie, don’t you forget—you are still my wife!”
“Wife?” Sadie’s lips curled into a bitter smile as she confronted Noah. “Tell me, Noah, am I really your wife? Or just another
possession you think you can throw away when you’re done with it?”
“Noah!” At that moment, a soft, melodious voice echoed down the hallway.
Noah’s gaze shifted upwards, catching sight of Kyla emerging from the other end of the corridor. She was clad in a flowing white
gown, her figure ethereal, almost like a porcelain doll brought to life.
As Sadie had stormed off earlier, Kyla had trailed behind, her steps light with the anticipation of witnessing Sadie’s misery, ready
to add fuel to the fire. However, the scene that unfolded before Kyla was not the debacle she had envisioned. She was shocked
by the sight of Sadie, now cradled securely in Noah’s arms.
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