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

Chapter 82
Chapter 82:
She stared at Noah, her gaze icy and detached. “Noah, really, do you think you deserve my concern after all that?”
Noah averted his eyes, a flush of guilt washing over his face. He clenched his jaw, inhaled sharply, and stood up. His voice was
firm, devoid of warmth as he addressed Kyla. “We should head to the trauma department.”
It was as if the vulnerability he briefly showed had been nothing but a fleeting shadow.
Sadie watched their retreating figures, a smirk playing on her lips as they approached the door. Her marriage seemed nothing
more than a bitter joke. In her heart, she wished she could erase these two from her life completely.
Just as she relished the newfound calm, a familiar voice rang out. “Sadie, I’m here. It’s time for your IV. I’ll keep an eye on it so it
doesn’t run dry—just like I promised.”
At the sound of that familiar voice, Sadie’s gaze darted toward the door where she spotted Noah, Kyla, and Alex in a standstill.
Noah and Kyla seemed on the verge of departing as Alex made his attempt to enter.
The moment was charged with an uncomfortable silence, the tension almost tangible in the air. Sadie exhaled a weary sigh.

Memories of yesterday’s clash between Noah and Alex flashed in her mind, fueling her concern that Noah might lose his
composure once more.
“Come on in, Alex,” Sadie called out, her voice tinged with urgency, breaking the stillness.
Noah’s expression soured, his brows knitting together in clear annoyance. Despite everything, he was still her husband, and
here he was, openly dismissed by Sadie! His ego bruised deeply.
Just as he opened his mouth to retort, Alex stepped inside and slammed the door with a resonant thud, narrowly missing Noah’s
face. The sound echoed, marking the severity of the moment.
Noah’s anger flared, his usually calm demeanor crumbling as he felt the slight. He reached for the door handle, only to find it
firmly locked from the inside.
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The door was shut and secured, a deliberate move to keep him out. His frustration boiled over into rage.
Giving his sleeve a small tug, Kyla said in a quiet, concerned tone, “You’re hurt. Let’s get that wound looked at.”
Kyla said, her voice heavy with suggestion, “We’re in a hospital, crowded with people at all hours. Even if they were
overwhelmed by their desires, they wouldn’t dare cross the line here.” She was subtly throwing shade at Sadie with her sly
remarks. Noah’s expression darkened, his voice tinged with impatient disbelief. “Sadie isn’t the type to act inappropriately,” he

said firmly.
He didn’t believe Sadie would behave immorally. What truly irked him was the sharp contrast in how Sadie treated him compared
to Alex.
Kyla hadn’t anticipated Noah’s instinctive rush to defend Sadie. A flash of jealousy surged through her, her fingertips pressing
into her palm hard enough to leave marks, though her face remained composed with a gentle, considerate smile.
“Perhaps I’m overthinking things. Sorry about that,” she murmured, her voice soft but strained.
Together, they continued walking toward the department of traumatology. With each step, Kyla’s resolve hardened. She shifted
her strategy subtly. “Sadie might not be the concern, but Alex could be a different story. I’ve noticed the way he looks at her,” she
noted quietly, planting seeds of doubt.
This time, Noah fell into a troubled silence. Kyla’s insinuations acted like thorns pricking at his heart. He recalled his
confrontation with Alex just the day before, prompted by the very suspicions Kyla voiced now. The memory of Alex’s tender,
longing gaze directed at Sadie flashed before his eyes. It was the look of a man irrevocably in love, a look all too familiar to
Noah, echoing his own deepest fears.
Kyla observed Noah carefully, her eyes narrowing slightly as she went on, “When a man is truly in love, he’ll pull out all the stops.
Sadie’s just been through a traumatic car accident. She’s fragile right now. Don’t you think Alex might seize this chance to
deepen his bond with her?”
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