Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 She Had To Get

Divorced And Walk Awa…

“What’s wrong? Feeling upset?” Kyla’s voice dripped with a taunting smugness as she sauntered closer.

The white dress she donned today only amplified her deceptively innocent allure, making her seem as pristine as a freshly bloomed lily.

Sadie stopped dead in her tracks, her gaze turning frosty as she met Kyla’s eyes. “Was it you?” she demanded, her voice a mix of disbelief and accusation.

The thought of Kyla slandering her was incomprehensible.

Didn’t she fear that Noah might just expose their marriage?

Kyla’s lips curled into a sly smile, and instead of a straightforward answer, she leaned closer, her whisper laced with contempt. “I heard you’ve been in love with Noah for a decade, but funny thing–he’s been in love with me just as long. So, tell me, when push comes to shove, do you think he’ll side with you at the brink of a divorce, or will he just discard you like a used–up toy?”

A laugh, bitter and incredulous, escaped Sadie. She fixed Kyla with a steely look. “Are you so certain he’ll choose you? I’ve shared his bed for two years. Do you honestly believe his desires mean nothing?”

Sadie knew Noah had never truly been intimate with Kyla, at least not before he confessed as much to her.

“You-”

Kyla’s face twisted with hurt and anger. Her hand flew up, poised to strike, but a sudden glimpse of a familiar black suit in her peripheral vision made her hesitate.

Quickly masking her fury with a look of feigned sorrow, she lowered her hand and sighed, “It’s not Noah’s fault–it’s all on me. Coming back was a mistake.”

“What bullshit did you say, Sadie?” Noah’s voice suddenly cut through the tension.

He strode into the room just as Kyla’s words reached his ears. His gaze, heavy with disapproval, landed on Sadie.

She returned his look with a frosty silence before turning sharply and exiting the break

room.

The wave of emotions surging through her was too much to bear; her stomach twisted into knots, compelling her to gag.

Stumbling into the restroom, Sadie leaned over the sink, her body convulsing as she retched, each heave leaving her more lightheaded than the last.

“Sadie!” Noah called out, his voice echoing slightly off the restroom tiles.

He had seen her storm away with such resolve that he couldn’t shake the feeling something was terribly wrong. His instincts had guided him here, to find her in distress.

She was sick, and it was more serious than he had realized.

Sadie’s recent mood swings suddenly made sense to him, but she remained oblivious to his thoughts, her mind screaming for solitude.

In her desperation, Sadie retched even more, and she couldn’t get a word out. She could only weakly wave her hand, signaling him to leave.

Noah’s expression darkened with worry, and without hesitating, he reached for her trembling hand.

“You’re not okay! Let me take you to the hospital!” he declared, his voice a blend of command and concern, leaving no space for her to argue.

As she slowly regained some composure, the last thing Sadie wanted was for Noah to uncover her pregnancy.

Pulling her hand away, she responded in a strained voice, “I’m fine. Probably just some bad food, no big deal. Mr. Wall, please, a little decency–we’re nearly divorced!”

Her words seemed to float past Noah, who was focused on the gleaming cleanliness of

the sink,

Sadie didn’t vomit anything. Was she really pregnant? No, that couldn’t be.

He was meticulous, always cautious with timings and protection. The very thought