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

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He shot a glance at Sadie, his brow knitted tightly, his voice low. “Who’s she?”

But Sadie didn’t answer. Her gaze never wavered from the woman sitting silently on the sofa.

Without saying a word, she stepped forward and came to a quiet stop right in front of the woman.

When she finally spoke, her voice was low and calm, threaded with something tender. “Hi, Sharon.”

The trembling woman, who had been bowing her head, suddenly flinched as if struck by lightning. Her head, once bowed, began to rise—slowly, as if she couldn’t believe what she just heard.

And then her eyes, cloudy with age and shock, locked onto Sadie’s face. For a moment, she was speechless. Her mouth opened, but no sound came. Just a raspy breath caught between disbelief and emotion. Then, all at once, tears silently spilled down her cheeks. She pushed herself up from the sofa so quickly that she nearly lost balance. Clutching Sadie’s arm with surprising force, she cried out through her sobs, “Mrs. Hudson! Mrs. Hudson! It’s really you! You’re alive! You came back!”

That title “Mrs. Hudson,” and the raw emotion behind it made Sadie freeze in place.

The next second, realization struck her. Sharon had mistaken her for Brenda Hudson, her mother.

The resemblance was undeniable. Given how much time had passed, it wasn’t surprising that Sharon would mix them up in a moment like this.

Sadie’s eyes lingered on Sharon’s tear-streaked face, her lips trembling, her body barely holding itself together. A pang of sorrow settled deep in Sadie’s chest.

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She drew in a slow breath, gently reached out to support Sharon, and whispered softly, “Sharon, take a careful look. I’m not Brenda. I’m her daughter—Sadie Hudson. Brenda and Dederick’s child.”

When Sharon heard those words, her sobs ceased abruptly, her breath catching in her throat.

She looked up, studying the young yet hauntingly familiar face before her.

The likeness was uncanny—those distinctive brows, penetrating eyes, and elegant bone structure—it was as though Mrs. Hudson herself had materialized before her.

Yet this face possessed a youthful glow, and those eyes harbored a quiet strength she’d never witnessed in Mrs. Hudson.

This wasn’t Mrs. Hudson. It was her daughter—flesh and blood of the woman she once knew.

Sharon gazed at Sadie, her vision blurring gradually as comprehension washed over her weathered features.

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