Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105 Who Ordered

You To Do This

Noah’s fist shot out with brutal speed, connecting squarely with Jim’s jaw. The crack of the impact echoed over the thumping bass of the bar’s music.

Jim staggered back, catching himself against the edge of the bar, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

“Are you in love with Sadie?” Noah roared, his voice raw and ragged. His eyes were bloodshot, wild–like a caged animal

teetering on the edge of losing control.

“In love with her?” Jim scoffed, shaking his head. “Noah, you really do think too highly of yourself. I’ve been with more

women than I can count–why the hell would I be interested in your wife?”

“Then why are you protecting her?” Noah barked, grabbing Jim by the collar, his grip like a vice. His knuckles blanched as

he pulled Jim in, his teeth clenched so tight it looked like his jaw might snap.

“Because I can’t stand watching you tear down a good woman like that,” Jim shot back, his voice sharp, cutting through

Noah’s rage like a blade. “Sadie’s given up everything for you. And you–you’re too blind and too fucking selfish to see it!”

With a sharp shove, Jim pushed Noah back, his eyes gleaming with disgust. “You’ve changed, Noah. You’ve turned into a

selfish, hypocritical bastard, all for Kyla. And in the process, you threw away someone who loved you without question,

like she was nothing.”

Noah’s chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged bursts. His fist shot up again, trembling in mid–air, ready to land another

punch.

Jim didn’t move. He just shrugged, a knowing smirk tugging at his bruised lips, as if he’d expected Noah to pull back all

along.

“We’re not friends anymore.” Noah’s voice was low and hoarse, weighted with a pain and disappointment he couldn’t quite

mask. @

Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode out of the bar, never once glancing back. Jim stood there, watching

Noah’s figure disappear into the shadows, the echo of his words lingering in the air long after he was gone.

Sadie drifted in and out of consciousness, trapped in a fog of dizziness. Her vision was hazy, and a sharp, persistent ringing

filled her ears.

She blinked hard, trying to focus, and slowly, the sterile white of the hospital ceiling came into view.

The sharp, clinical scent of disinfectant filled her nostrils, making her stomach churn.

“You’re awake, Sadie?” A familiar voice broke through the haze, warm and laced with concern.

Sadie turned her head slowly, wincing at the effort. Her blurry gaze settled on Alex, sitting at her bedside, his face lined with exhaustion but relief flickering in his eyes.

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“Where… where am I?” Her throat was dry, the words barely a whisper.

“We’re in Cairhienen,” Alex replied gently, reaching for a glass of water. “I’ve taken care of everything.” He handed her the

glass, his tone soft but firm. “Just focus on getting better. We’ll deal with the rest later.”

Sadie accepted the glass, sipping slowly. The cool water soothed her raw throat, offering a sliver of comfort amidst the lingering pain.

“Thank you, Alex,” she murmured, her eyes meeting his with quiet gratitude. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”

Alex smiled, though there was something unspoken behind his eyes-a flicker of hesitation. “Actually… about Noah…” he

started, his voice cautious.

“Don’t,” Sadie snapped, cutting him off. “I don’t want to hear his name. I’m done talking about the past.”

Alex paused, the tension settling between them like a weight. After a beat, he nodded. “Very well, just get some sleep then.”

Alex stood up, his footsteps light as he made his way to the door. He paused for a moment, his hand resting on the

doorknob, as if on the verge of saying something. But whatever words lingered on his tongue, he swallowed them, slipping

out silently and closing the door softly behind him.

Left alone, Sadie let out a shaky breath and gently placed her hand on her flat abdomen. Beneath her fingertips, she

imagined the fragile pulse of life growing inside her, a warmth blooming in her chest despite the lingering fear.

If that black sedan had swerved just a few more centimeters…

The thought clawed at her mind. She could’ve been lying in a morgue right now, her body cold and lifeless. The tiny life

within her would’ve been snuffed out before it even had a chance to begin.

A tremor ran through her, the fear crashing over her in waves. But mingled with that fear was an overwhelming sense of

relief–a fierce, bittersweet joy that she had survived. They had survived.

A single tear escaped, sliding down her cheek and soaking into the crisp white sheets, leaving a faint mark of everything

she was feeling but couldn’t say out loud.

Sadie closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath, steadying the whirlwind of fear and sadness swirling inside her.

Tomorrow… tomorrow would be a new beginning.

Ryder was thrown onto the cold concrete floor, the impact jarring through his bound limbs. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, a stark contrast against his pale skin, pooling beneath him like a dark stain.

Noah stood over him, his eyes cold and sharp, a predator circling its prey.

“Who ordered you to do this?” His voice was low, steady, but laced with a dangerous edge.

Ryder let out a guttural chuckle, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor, the crimson splatter vivid in the dim light. “Do