Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22 Escaping

Platt’s stare bored into Sadie, his eyes shimmering with undisguised greed as if she were a trophy awaiting his claim.

Under the weight of his gaze, Sadie shifted uncomfortably, her voice faltering as she attempted another refusal. “Well, Mr. Crawford…”

“How about this, Miss Hudson,” Platt cut in, his voice dripping with allure. “I’ve got a major government project in the works. Drink this, and not only will I partner with your company, but I’ll also put you in charge. What do you say?”

The proposition hung in the air, tantalizingly within reach.

Landing this project could secure a hefty commission and a much–needed bonus.

With her divorce from Noah looming and the financial strain of her baby’s future needs pressing on her mind, Sadie’s resolve hardened. “I’m in,” she declared, with a determined nod.

With a shaky hand, Sadie reached for the bottle and poured herself half a glass of wine.

Normally, wine was a familiar comfort, but tonight, with the flutter of nerves in her stomach and the knowledge of her pregnancy, it felt like a betrayal.

The scrutinizing eyes of the onlookers burned into her, spotlighting her every move.

Kyla watched from across the room, her chin propped on her entwined fingers, a sly smirk curving her lips. Her eyes sparkled with mockery, as she enjoyed the unfolding drama with an almost predatory glee.

A deep crease formed on Mack’s forehead as he paused, clearly torn on whether to speak.

Platt, however, watched with anticipation, like he was waiting for the main event to begin.

Under the intense scrutiny of those around her, Sadie drew a deep, steadying breath and tipped the glass back, the wine disappearing in a single, determined gulp.

The moment the liquid scorched her throat, a fierce burning sensation erupted, sending

her into a fit of violent coughing.

Her body bent over in response, hands clutching the edge of the table for support, her posture a stark display of agony.

“Oh dear, Sadie,” Kyla exclaimed, her voice thick with mock concern as she delicately covered her mouth with a slender

and her eyes twinkling maliciously. “Is that truly

the extent of your tolerance? Surely, you aren’t pretending?”

Mack’s expression softened, concern washing over his features. “Are you alright, Sadie?” he asked gently, his voice low and filled with worry.

Sadie waved her hand, a feeble attempt to dismiss their concern. Words failed her as the turmoil churned in her stomach, rendering her nearly voiceless.

“Really, Miss Hudson, if you didn’t wish to drink, you could have simply said so. But to drink and then cause such a spectacle? What are you trying to prove? Are you challenging me?” Platt’s expression darkened, his displeasure palpable as he took in Sadie’s disheveled state.

The atmosphere in the private room grew thick with tension, the air charged with an

uncomfortable silence.

Amidst this, Kyla cleared her throat with an uneasy giggle, then turned apologetically toward Platt. “Mr. Crawford, I’m truly sorry for this lapse. It seems I haven’t disciplined my team well enough. Please, don’t take it to heart.”

Kyla turned sharply to Sadie, her demeanor shifting to one of stern reproach. “Miss Hudson, what has gotten into you today? You’ve never behaved this way before. Quickly, apologize to Mr. Crawford–he’s one of our key clients!”