Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93 Please Come Downstairs

Kyla strode out of the master bedroom, her intuition screaming that something was amiss.

There was no way Sadie and Jim didn’t have something hidden between them.

Their hushed conversation made it clear–they didn’t want her hearing a word of it.

Leaning against the wall in the dimly lit hallway, she stared intently at the closed door of Sadie’s room, her resolve

hardening.

She was determined to bring their scheme to light.

As minutes morphed into what felt like hours, her patience frayed at the edges.

The fact that Sadie hadn’t stepped out of her room yet made her suspicions grow stronger.

“Playing the innocent, are we?” Kyla scoffed softly, her voice a whisper of venom. She was now certain; the duo was hiding something significant.

She was no longer willing to stand idly by, a dark plan beginning to crystallize in her mind.

Pulling out her phone with a determined flick of her wrist, she dialed Isabel’s number.

“Hello, Mrs. Wall! It’s been quite some time since we last spoke. Tell me, how have you been?” Kyla’s tone was dripping

with feigned sweetness.

“Oh, Kyla! It’s been a while. I’m doing just fine. What about you?” Isabel’s voice carried a genuine warmth.

“I’m fantastic, Mrs. Wall. Actually, a friend of mine just returned with some lovely souvenirs from overseas, and I immediately thought of you. I’d love to bring them over to you,” Kyla said, her words coated in the thoughtful politeness

one used with an elder.

“That’s incredibly kind of you, Kyla,” Isabel responded, her voice tinged with eager anticipation.

“It’s truly my pleasure, Mrs. Wall. Are you available sometime soon?” Kyla probed, her tone light yet deliberate, weaving

her plan with practiced ease.

“I’m.free anytime, dear.”

“Perfect! I was actually planning to make dinner for Noah tonight. Why not join us? It’s been ages since we all caught up, and I’ve missed you terribly,” Kyla continued, strategically dropping Noah’s name, knowing well that Isabel’s affection for

Noah would make this an offer she couldn’t refuse.

Just as she anticipated, Isabel answered without hesitation, “That sounds wonderful, dear. I haven’t seen my son in what feels like forever. I’ll make my way over soon.”

“That’s wonderful, Mrs. Wall. I’ll be waiting for you at Myrtlewood Estate.” A subtle, victorious smirk danced across her lips,

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her eyes gleaming with scheming delight.

She hung up the phone with a sneer that barely touched her features, betraying her sense of imminent triumph.

“Sadie, just wait. I’ll enjoy watching you fall,” she muttered under her breath.

She pivoted slowly, her gaze drifting scornfully toward the master bedroom.

Sadie could try all she wanted, but at the end of the day, she was just a fool playing chess with a grandmaster.

It was only a matter of time before Sadie was forced out, banished from Myrtlewood Estate, disowned by the Wall family, and wiped from Noah’s world.

Inhaling deeply to contain her bubbling glee, Kyla set her plan into motion.

She strode purposefully to the kitchen, her movements graceful and precise as she tied an apron around her waist, the picture of a perfect homemaker.

Though the actual cooking was left to the servants, she flitted about with authoritative ease, issuing commands with the poise of a seasoned chef–adjusting a seasoning here, lessening the sugar there.

Every so often, she’d pick up a spoon and stir a pot aimlessly, her facade as the doting wife flawlessly painted, imagining herself preparing a loving meal for her husband.

The sound of the entrance door alerted her to

new arrival.

Her heart skipped in anticipation; Isabel had arrived.

Setting down the spoon, Kyla rushed to the entrance with eager steps.

“Mrs. Wall, you’ve arrived!” Kyla exclaimed, her face lighting up with feigned joy and hospitality.

Isabel looked on with a gentle smile, eyes brimming with apparent admiration.

“Kyla, you’re such a sweet girl. Are you really cooking all by yourself?” Isabel’s eyes brightened at the sight of the apron on

Kyla.

With a voice brimming with warmth, she insisted, “Don’t fuss over that, dear. Let the kitchen staff take care of it. Why don’t you come and sit with me for a while?”

“Of course, Mrs. Wall,” Kyla responded with a respectful nod. She carefully hung the apron on the back of a nearby chair before turning to address a servant lingering by the doorway.

“Kari, would you please inform Sadie that we have a distinguished guest awaiting her presence downstairs?” she instructed with polite firmness.

“Right away, Miss Wade,” Kari Lewis, the servant, replied as she headed upstairs without hesitation.

With a soft smile, Kyla turned back, slipping her arm through Isabel’s and guiding her smoothly to the sofa.

“Mrs. Wall, how have you been these days?” she inquired with concern.

“I’ve been doing just fine,” Isabel answered, her smile soft as she gave Kyla’s hand a reassuring pat.

“And how about you? How have things been with Noah?” she probed, her casual tone belying the keen sharpness in her

gaze.

“Very well, Mrs. Wall,” Kyla murmured, her head bowed in modesty while a faint smile danced on her lips. “Noah has been

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wonderful to me.”

She hesitated, her voice faltering slightly before she continued, “It’s just that he’s been swamped with work and seldom

finds time for us.”