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

Chapter 1083:

He wasn’t answering his phone, wasn’t at the hospital, and hadn’t returned home.

Then, like a lightning strike, a name surged into her mind—unbidden,

Jan-Ing.

Hailey.

Noah’s wife—at least, in name.

And she was pregnant now.

Could he have… gone to her?

Perhaps, that was why she had called him earlier?

The moment the thought took root, it wrapped around Sadie’s chest like thorny vines, squeezing tighter with every breath.

Sadie’s eyes lost their light, dimming as the realization settled over her.

Her lips curled into a bitter smile.

How could she forget?

Noah belonged to Hailey now. It was her he was bound to, her he had to protect.

Sadie drew in a shaky breath, swallowing the bitterness rising in her throat.

“Forget about it,” she murmured, turning away. Her voice, soft and frayed at the edges, carried the weight of quiet defeat. “Let’s just go back.”

Maybe Noah was just tired and needed rest.

Maybe he had gone to Hailey.

Whatever the truth was, it didn’t matter—he was gone, and she had no way to reach him now.

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Behind her, Jack watched as she turned to leave, her shoulders sagging beneath invisible weight, and panic surged through him.

He darted forward, stepping in her path.

“Ms. Hudson—please, wait!”

The emptiness in Sadie’s eyes struck him like a blow. His throat tightened.

“You’re wrong about Mr. Noel!” he burst out, unable to hold it in. “He… he filed for divorce from Ms. Burgess ages ago! She just wouldn’t sign the papers—she’s been clinging to him with every trick in the book!”noveldrama

Jack’s words tumbled out, frantic and breathless.

“I swear, on everything I’ve got—Mr. Noel and Ms. Burgess never even shared a bed! Their marriage wasn’t real. It was just a business move to keep Burgess Group afloat. She played on a favor he owed her, and he had no choice but to go along with it!”

He poured out the truth in one unbroken rush.

Sadie’s brows drew together ever so slightly, her expression laced with unspoken questions.

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