Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403 You reap

What You Sow

Garrett’s breath hitched, perspiration streaming down his temples.

His entire body quivered as he collapsed to his knees before Sadie, his sobs raw and desperate.

“Miss Hudson, you can’t do this to me!” he choked out, his voice strained. “I have people relying on me–my entire household depends on my support. I’m begging you, erase that recording! Please, I’m pleading with you!”

Sadie’s expression remained impassive as she recoiled from his grasp, revulsion curling in her chest.

“Actions have consequences.”

Her voice was devoid of sympathy as she turned, preparing to leave.

Garrett’s heart pounded as the futility of his pleas sank in, his features contorting into something dark.

This wretched woman!

If she was determined to push him into a corner, she had no right to protest when he fought back.

His gaze darted to a towering metal sculpture nearby, standing like a sentinel.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he seized it and swung with all the force he could muster.

“You bitch! Go to the hell!” he bellowed, his bloodshot eyes blazing with fury.

The sharp movement caught Sadie’s attention, her pupils constricting.

Her thoughts went blank–there was no escape.

She was done for.

Just as the sculpture was about to connect, a figure lunged in front of her.

“Bang!”

A sickening thud echoed through the room as Alex’s head bore the brunt of the impact. Crimson spattered across his face.

“Alex!” Sadie shrieked, her voice laced with panic.

Garrett stiffened, horror flashing across his face.

His fingers loosened, the sculpture slipping from his grip and crashing to the floor.

How was this even possible?

This woman had been fortunate enough to have someone shield her at the last second.

Now, he was truly doomed–this had spiraled into something far worse than he had anticipated.

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Fear gripping his chest, Garrett staggered backward before turning on his heel and bolting from the scene.

Sadie didn’t bother pursuing him.

Her attention was solely on Alex, whose body swayed unsteadily. Hands trembling, she reached out to steady him.

“Alex, talk to me! Don’t scare me!” she cried, her voice quivering.

“… I’m fine,” Alex mumbled, though the crimson streaks running down his face told a different story.

He attempted a reassuring smile, but it only came off as a pained grimace.

“Fine? You’re bleeding so much!” Sadie’s voice cracked as she frantically rummaged through her bag, pulling out tissues in a futile attempt to stanch the bleeding. The crimson kept flowing.

Panic swelled in her chest as she fumbled for her phone. Her fingers barely functioned as she dialed.

“Nanette! Get medical personnel here immediately! And call the authorities–someone’s been injured!”

Hearing the urgency in Sadie’s tone, Nanette wasted no time, immediately setting things in motion.

Given the nature of the event, a medical team was on standby.

Within minutes, paramedics stormed in with a stretcher.

“Clear the way!” they called out, efficiently lifting Alex onto it.

The pristine sheet beneath him darkened with red, the sight twisting a knife in Sadie’s heart.

After a brief assessment, a doctor made a quick decision. “The injury is severe. We need to transport him to the hospital at

once.”

“Do it,” Sadie said without hesitation.

The medics sprang into action, swiftly organizing a group of strong young men to carry the stretcher out of the venue.

“Stay with me, Alex! You’re going to be alright.” Sadie trailed after them, her emotions barely contained.

Alex’s consciousness was slipping.

His eyelids fluttered as he struggled to stay alert. His lips parted, voice barely above a whisper. “Sa… Sadie… don’t… don’t worry… focus on what you need to do.”

His words were disjointed, yet his meaning was clear. “I’ll… be fine…”

Then, as if he had gathered the last of his strength, his voice rang out with surprising clarity. “Stan!”

A broad–shouldered man rushed forward. “Yes, Mr. Howe.”

“Ensure… Miss Hudson’s safety,” Alex commanded before his body went completely limp.

Sadie’s fingers curled into fists, a storm brewing in her eyes.

This was far from over. She would see justice served.

As the ambulance sped away, sirens wailing, the venue slowly returned to a semblance of normalcy.

Garrett, still visibly shaken, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Steeling himself, he forced his way back onto the

stage.

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Gripping the microphone tightly, he cleared his throat, though his voice wavered.

“There was a minor disruption just now… but we will now proceed with the results announcement.” He rushed through his words as if desperate to escape.

“The panel has reached a unanimous verdict. The winner of this contest is… Miss Vivi Quinn. Regarding the plagiarism allegation, an investigation has confirmed that Miss Sadie Hudson copied Miss Quinn’s work. Vivi’s creation is entirely her

own.”

He blurted out the decision, as though lingering even a second longer would shatter what little composure he had left.

A stunned hush fell over the audience before erupting into murmurs of disbelief.

“What? Sadie plagiarized? That’s ridiculous!”

“Sadie’s designs are one of a kind. How could she possibly have stolen someone else’s work?”

“Exactly! She even withdrew from the competition earlier–something’s fishy.”

“Yeah, this doesn’t add up…”

“Hold it right there!” A sharp, unyielding voice sliced through the noise.

It was Sadie.

She strode toward the stage, her movements measured, her demeanor unshaken.

The color drained from Garrett’s face as though he had seen an apparition. He nearly stumbled backward.

“You–how… How are you here already?” His voice barely held together.

Sadie’s gaze was frigid, her lips curling into a slow, dangerous smile.

“You didn’t think I’d leave before setting the record straight, did you?” Without another word, she retrieved her phone and

pressed play.