Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 20:noveldrama

Tina eyed Sadie with concern, her brows knitting together. “Work’s still on your mind even now? You really should take it easy and rest,” she advised softly. “Come on, let’s go home together.”

“No, I still have a few things to wrap up,” Sadie responded, her voice tinged with exhaustion.

She craved some solitude, a moment to untangle her thoughts. After Tina’s departure, Sadie lingered in the quiet office for a while before she finally stood to leave.

Outside, darkness had enveloped the city. Despite the vibrant lights and the incessant hum of traffic, a sharp pang of loneliness sliced through her.

She meandered through the streets, the sharp click of her heels on the pavement echoing around her. The fading light of the sunset stretched her shadow long and thin across the ground.

Suddenly, the harsh screech of brakes rang out near her, and an unseen force slammed into her, sending her crashing to the sidewalk. A jolt of pain seared through her ankle, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.

“Are you blind? Watch where you’re going!” The voice came from a young man perched on a motorcycle, his hair dyed a striking shade of yellow. He glared down at her, his black leather jacket catching the dim light.

Gritting her teeth against the pain, Sadie attempted to rise, her hands trembling.

“This day is an absolute train wreck,” the young man grumbled, his voice dripping with disdain as he revved his engine and sped off into the night.

Sadie sat on the chilly pavement, her tears carving wet trails down her cheeks. She felt completely forsaken, as if the world had turned its back on her. Her ankle pulsed with a sharp, insistent pain. She reached for her phone, her heart sinking as she realized the battery was dead.

At that moment, the purr of an engine drew her attention. A black Bentley glided to a stop before her, its presence almost surreal in the dim streetlight.

The window descended smoothly, revealing a man with striking features and an air of unmistakable elegance—it was Noah.

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What the hell was he doing here?

Sadie’s mind raced, her heart fluttering with a mix of dread and unexpected hope.

“Get in,” Noah commanded, his voice deep and compelling, resonating with a familiar authority that sent shivers down Sadie’s spine.

As Sadie hesitated, her thoughts flashed to Kyla’s recent Instagram post—the very car Noah was driving now had been used to escort Kyla just the night before.

Could he be here for Kyla again?

The possibility stung, sending a wave of sorrow through her already fragile emotions.

With a defiant bite of her lip, she turned her head away, unwilling to let Noah see the vulnerability in her eyes.

“I said, get in,” Noah repeated, his impatience tinged with a sharper edge.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Sadie pushed herself to her feet, her injured ankle protesting as she limped slightly.

“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Wall. I can manage on my own,” she declared, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

Whatever they had was over—she wanted him out of her life for good. But after just a few steps, a tight grip locked around her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

She glanced back—Noah had left the car and wasn’t letting her go. His imposing figure loomed, his voice carrying a quiet hint of annoyance. “Sadie, what’s the drama about this time?”

A pang of sorrow tightened around Sadie’s heart.

Jerking her hand away, she straightened her posture and masked her pain with a veneer of cool detachment. “You really think too highly of yourself, don’t you? We’re getting divorced, and the last thing I need is any drama that might confuse your precious sweetheart.”

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