Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 566

Chapter 566 I Didn’t Mean

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Within the banquet hall, Sadie cradled a glass of champagne, her eyes gliding coolly across the gathered guests.

Noah was not here.

The realization crept in quietly, then settled with an odd twist of amusement.

Only days ago, he had been glued to her side, impossible to shake–like gum stuck to the sole of a shoe.

And now? Not even a shadow of him in sight at an event this grand.

Strange, to say the least.

She considered asking Nathan to check if Noah was hiding somewhere nearby.

Oddly enough, in the absence of Noah’s usual presence, a faint sense of unease began to creep over her.

Before that feeling could root itself deeper, she brushed it off with practiced ease.

Pivoting, she made her way toward the lounge, hoping to steal a few minutes of quiet.

But someone staggered towards her, their drink sloshing dangerously in their glass.

It was Briley.

There wasn’t enough time to dodge. Sadie barely moved an inch before it happened.

With a sharp splash, an entire glass of rich crimson liquid tumbled across the soft apricot gown she had so thoughtfully selected for the evening.

The deep stain bled fast, standing out harshly against the delicate light fabric.

For a heartbeat, silence swept through the room.

Every eye in the crowd locked onto her at once.

Briley looked startled, her face a picture of panic.

In a rush, she placed her glass aside and, clearly shaken, snatched a napkin from the tray of a passing waiter.

“Oh no! Sadie! I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that, I swear!”

Her words tumbled out as she dabbed furiously at the ruined gown, only making things worse. The stain spread

like wildfire under her hands.

The outcome was exactly what one might expect.

What began as a minor spill rapidly expanded, the shade growing darker until the dress was utterly ruined.

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Chapter 566 I Didn’t Mean To

Briley looked down at the mess she’d made, her expression carefully balanced with just enough distress to appear genuine, almost like she had practiced it in front of a mirror.

Her eyes glistened with tears that hadn’t quite fallen.

“Sadie, you… you’re not upset with me, are you? I swear I didn’t mean to.”

With her sorrowful look and flawless features, she played the perfect image of a helpless, distressed beauty.

Sadie glanced at the reporters, their cameras raised like vultures circling overhead.

Internally, she rolled her eyes.

Briley’s performance was nothing short of award–worthy–she could easily walk away with an Oscar for that level of acting.

But Sadie had witnessed ploys like this more times than she could count and saw right through them.

Instead of showing what she felt, she offered the crowd a soft smile. Polished. Measured. Completely unfazed.

“Don’t worry. It’s just a minor spill. I’ll head upstairs and change.”

The more she brushed it off, the tighter Briley’s expression became.

Of course Briley hated this. She had expected a meltdown, or at least a dramatic exit. But Sadie wasn’t giving

her either.

Before the awkwardness could settle any deeper, a lazy drawl cut through the tension.

“Why does it feel like I walked into a soap opera?”

Nathan had at last slipped away from a pack of relentless drinking buddies. As he made his way over, he noticed a cluster of people forming and pushed through them, arriving just in time to catch sight of the sprawling wine stain on Sadie’s dress and the carefully crafted guilt on Briley’s face.

Catching on immediately, Nathan let out a sharp scoff.

Briley, the spoiled little princess, clearly hadn’t come for the celebration–she came to cause chaos.

He stepped right up beside Sadie, a note of concern coloring his voice.

“Ms. Hudson, are you alright?”

Sadie offered a small nod in response.

Without missing a beat, Nathan signaled to a nearby waiter.

“Can’t you see Ms. Hudson’s dress is completely ruined? Hurry up and escort her upstairs to change!”

His voice was sharp, filled with irritation.

The waiter responded with a quick, courteous nod and motioned politely to Sadie.

“Ms. Hudson, this way please. We have spare gowns and a lounge upstairs.”

Sadie didn’t speak. She simply turned and followed the waiter upstairs.