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

Chapter 1082:

So, where was he? How could he just disappear without a trace? Jack felt yet another knot of dread in his chest when he realized the gravity of the situation.

He fumbled for his phone and called Noah’s number.

It rang and rang, until the line went dead. No answer.

Why wasn’t he picking up? Where had his boss gone?

Jack’s breathing grew heavy as he gripped his phone in his shaking hand.

When he looked up at Sadie, his face betrayed the fear and panic that had overwhelmed him. “He—He isn’t answering.”

Sadie’s breath caught in her throat.

She blinked and tried to remain calm. “Perhaps he was tired and decided to go home and rest instead.”

She wasn’t convinced that was the case, though, even as she said the words out loud.

Knowing Noah, there was no way he would leave her alone at a time like this.

Sadie said no more. She turned on her heel and walked briskly to the Maybach parked by the road.

Samuel and Jack exchanged another look, this time filled with trepidation, before following her.

Samuel slid into the driver’s seat, while Jack took the passenger seat.

The engine hummed to life as they merged onto the highway and drove off.

A stifling silence blanketed the car, so thick it seemed to steal the very air from its three occupants’ lungs.

Thirty minutes later, the sleek black Maybach glided through the wrought-iron gates of Autumn Garden Villa.

𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘[․]𝖈𝖔𝖒

Sadie was the first to move, pushing the door open and stepping out into the quiet night.

The villa stood bathed in warm light—but an unsettling hush clung to it, unnatural and cold.

She rushed into the living room, eyes darting anxiously across the space.

It was deserted. Completely, hauntingly empty.

Refusing to give in to despair, Sadie bolted upstairs, flinging open the master bedroom door. Empty.

She tore through the study, the guest rooms—searching every corner of the villa as if willing Noah to appear.noveldrama

But there was not even a trace of him.

He hadn’t come home.

Back in the vast, hollow living room, she stood frozen. A chill crept up from the floorboards, slicing through her like ice.

Where could he have gone?

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