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

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

“Hmm…” Sadie Hudson murmured softly, her eyes fluttering open into a drowsy blur, only to be met with the intense gaze of another pair of eyes.

Her husband, Noah Wall, had quietly returned, his presence subtly marked by the faint scent of alcohol.

He sealed their reunion with a kiss that was unyielding in its dominance, compelling her into reluctant acquiescence.

A wave of unease surged through Sadie’s chest, and reflexively, she attempted to withdraw.

“Stay still.” Noah’s voice rumbled, deep and seductive, tinged with a compelling charm that was hard to resist.

For a moment, Sadie’s body tensed, caught in a struggle between resistance and submission.

Today was significant— it was their second anniversary—and she was determined not to spoil the celebratory mood.

With a sigh, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to melt into his embrace.

The robust scent of his cologne masked the alcohol, swirling around her and piercing her heart with its potent allure.

Noah’s eyes darkened with desire as he observed her yielding, his actions becoming bolder and less restrained.

Just as Sadie was about to regain her composure, she gasped softly, her plea laced with tender fragility. “Please, not too harsh…”

She couldn’t complete her revelation of being pregnant. The sharp ring of a phone sliced through the thick tension, abruptly severing the intimate moment between them.

Noah’s eyes, still ablaze with longing, flickered as he caught sight of the caller ID.

He got up and began to dress, his movements betraying none of the fervor that had engulfed him just moments before.

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“Are you heading out?” Sadie inquired, her voice tinged with a mix of confusion and concern as she tightened her grip on her nightgown.

his tone breezy and dismissive, as

“But…”

He leaned forward,

backward glance, he

sinking slowly. She convinced herself it had

sign of

Noah for over a decade, and becoming his wife

bed, her hand resting gently on her belly, a hopeful smile playing at

mean to leave us by ourselves. Please,

she uttered these words than her phone buzzed with an unexpected news alert,

Spotted at the Airport Late at Night, Allegedly Picking Up Mysterious

that accompanied the headline captured Noah at the airport’s private terminal entrance, clad in a black suit. He stood with

her heart thudded painfully in her chest, the sharp sensation nearly stealing

considerable effort for her to regain her composure. Clutching onto

filled the screen—Kyla Wade. The woman Noah had seemingly

through Sadie, a profound sorrow embedding itself deep

her teeth,

had begun was too painful to revisit. Two years earlier, just as Kyla and Noah had been planning their

a compliant wife, Sadie, known

enveloped in a sense of unworthiness, as if the joy she experienced was never

illusion shattered yesterday when

last month. Noah had staggered home, reeking of alcohol after a business dinner, and in his drunken haze, they had lost themselves

fleeting lapse had now culminated

uncertainty on how to break the

dreaded that Noah would demand

knew she wasn’t the woman

a whirlpool of anxious thoughts, her reverie was broken

Was he already home?

rose, pulling a light coat around her shoulders, and

the door, the playful tones of Alex Howe, Noah’s friend, reached her ears. “Did you really spend the