Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Didn’t Get Much

Sleep

But no matter how hard Sadie gagged, only the bitter taste filled her mouth.

Overwhelmed, she slumped against the wall, sliding helplessly to the floor as tears cascaded down her cheeks.

Her heart was shattered, each shard throbbing with a deep, relentless pain.

She had braced herself for the divorce, believing she was prepared.

Yet, the instant she glimpsed Kyla’s latest post, the harsh reality hit her–she had completely overestimated her tolerance.

On the glaring phone screen, Kyla’s smug expression seemed to mock her, taunting her frailty and her misplaced confidence.

Sadie’s fingers whitened around her phone, her grip tightening with resolve.

She couldn’t stomach another second with that scumbag.

A divorce was the only way to rid herself of his bullshit.

This conviction swelled within her, filling every corner of her mind, leaving no room for

rest.

That night, sleep eluded her entirely.

The next morning, Sadie dragged herself out of bed, the toll of the night evident in the dark circles branding her under–eyes.

Her reflection in the mirror was ashen, the very image of exhaustion.

She reached for her makeup bag, attempting to mask the signs of her sleepless night with layers of foundation.

Yet, no amount of cosmetic could veil the profound exhaustion and despair that had seeped into her very bones.

That insufferable post from Kyla was all it took–Sadie’s last bit of restraint snapped like a brittle thread.

It dawned on her with painful clarity that some things were simply beyond redemption, no matter how fervently she wished otherwise.

Drawing in a steadying breath, Sadie placed the compact on the table with a soft click.

Divorce was her only option now.

It was time to forge a new path–for her own sake and for the unborn child she nurtured within her.

As she walked into the office, Sadie’s day took an immediate downturn as she stumbled upon Kyla.

Their encounter felt like the universe’s cruel joke.

Clad in a pale yellow dress that accentuated her porcelain–like skin, Kyla epitomized deceptive innocence.

But behind that seemingly harmless facade, Sadie was keenly aware of the conniving spirit that dwelled.

“Hello, Sadie,” Kyla began, her voice dripping with feigned concern, a mocking smile curling her lips. “You look absolutely worn out. Didn’t get much sleep, did you?”

Sadie’s hand instinctively clenched into a tight fist, a sharp pain lancing through her palm.

She remained silent, casting a frosty glare at Kyla before trying to brush past her.

Kyla’s voice spiked with deliberate provocation as she called out, “Well, yeah. Any woman would be restless if they knew their man was in another woman’s bed, wouldn’t they?” Her words echoed with malice.

Stopping dead in her tracks, Sadie lifted her head abruptly, her eyes blazing as she met Kyla’s challenging gaze.

Rage blazed inside her, searing through her like wildfire.

“So what?” she hissed, her words slicing through the tense air like shards of ice. “In the end, you’re nothing but a pathetic mistress.”

For a fleeting moment, Kyla’s confident smile wavered, but she quickly masked her