Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 475

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Sutton’s cries echoed through the hall, raw and pitiful–his pain on full display. Every sob, every word, only deepened the weight in the room.

The family elders sat in grim silence, their expressions darkening with each passing second. Their eyes slowly turned toward Sadie, laden with judgment, disappointment, quiet condemnation.

Sadie stood rigid, fists clenched so tight her nails bit into her palms. Her blood boiled beneath her skin.

Shameless. Absolutely shameless.

Coyle and Sutton had orchestrated every step, trapping her, then painted her the villain.

How despicable!

But now wasn’t the time to lash out. Not yet.

She had no proof. Nothing that could prove that Patrick was Noah. No hard evidence. If she spoke out now, they’d tear her apart–and Coyle would be the first to twist the knife.

So she breathed–slow, sharp, steady, then lifted her head, eyes locking on Coyle’s.

Her voice was calm. But her gaze was icy. “You accuse me of infidelity and bringing disgrace upon the family, but where’s your proof?” She gestured to the photos on the table. “You’re ready to convict me based on some blurry images and Sutton’s sob story? Absurd!”

Coyle stepped forward, sneering. “These photos are all the proof we need. Don’t waste your breath defending yourself.” His voice rose with self–righteous fury. “You’ve always resented Sutton and me–fine. But to throw the family name into the mud out of spite? It’s beneath even you, Sadie.” Then, without warning, his voice dropped–cold and quiet. “I know. I know that Patrick… is Noah. You thought you could keep it hidden? He’s got amnesia. No memory, no clue who he really is. Right now, he’s a blank slate. If I were to expose his true identity… tell me, Sadie–would he become your ally? Or just a

victim in someone else’s scheming?”

Sadie stared at him, a flicker of disbelief in her eyes–but beneath that, a cold, rising rage.

How did Coyle know that Patrick was Noah?

She didn’t even know for sure!

What was going on?

Her mind raced with questions. Every instinct screamed to voice them–but not yet. Not here.

Since Coyle already knew Patrick was Noah and was using it to threaten her, he was ready for war.

Sadie’s fists clenched tightly at her sides, her pulse roaring in her ears.

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She had to tread carefully.

If what Coyle said was true… if Noah’s memory loss was real… then he was in danger.

Exposing his identity now wouldn’t save him–it would destroy him. He’d be torn apart by wolves.

She bit her lower lip, forcing herself to hold her tongue. Her silence was calculated. Controlled. Strategic.

But Coyle mistook it for surrender. His grin widened, smug and cruel.

“So–you’ve got nothing to say? That says everything, doesn’t it?” He turned toward the others, raising his voice with faux solemnity. “Everyone, you’ve seen it for yourselves. Sadie has effectively admitted to disgracing the Wall family–with scandal, infidelity, and betrayal. The evidence speaks for itself! A woman like this has no right to hold the reins of the Wall Group any longer. For the sake of the family’s dignity, I suggest that Sadie be immediately removed from her position as chairwoman–effective today.”

The elders exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions shadowed with dismay.

Sadie, the once–unshakable figurehead of the company, now stood accused without defense.

Such a disgrace!

One of the elders finally rose, his voice grave with disappointment.

“Sadie… we entrusted you with the future of this family. We held you in the highest regard. But now? To see you stoop to such shameless behavior—it’s beneath even our darkest expectations. There’s no room for sentimentality in the face of disgrace. Let it be known- Sadie is hereby removed from her post as chairwoman of the Wall Group, effective immediately. Coyle will assume the position for now.” Then came the final strike. “And as for Sadie… for dragging our family name through the mud, she will be punished accordingly. That is fifty whips.”

It was a verdict, as final and cold as a judge’s gavel striking stone.