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

Chapter 24

Chapter 24:

When she had come to, it was to find Noah by her bedside, his face etched with worry as he gently offered her water and medication.

“It’s your own body. Don’t treat it so poorly.”

Though his tone had been calm at the time, it etched itself into her memory. Those words had spurred her to take better care of herself, ensuring she ate regularly, no matter the circumstances. What once felt comforting now sliced through her, leaving an aching wound.

Noah observed Sadie, who was gazing vacantly at the floor, seemingly lost in a world of her own. Minutes ticked by without a single change in her expression. He knitted his brows, concern slowly morphing into irritation. Just as he was about to confront Sadie, she lurched forward, her movements abrupt as she seized the bowl and scooped a spoonful of clam chowder into her mouth.

The soup’s robust seafood flavor bombarded her senses immediately, too potent for her liking. Her face contorted in disgust as her stomach revolted against the taste. With a swift motion, she set the bowl aside and brushed past Noah, hopping on one foot as she rushed toward the bathroom.

Her fingers dug into the toilet seat as she bent over, vomiting until nothing was left. Noah lingered at the doorway, his initial annoyance fading into a shadow of concern as he watched her trembling form. He stepped closer, tentatively extending a hand to comfort her, but she slapped it away with a weak, yet determined, gesture.

“Sadie…”

touch me!” Sadie’s voice was ragged, strained from the

hand suspended in the air, his features clouding over with a mix of hurt and

you to the

sharp and instinctive from Sadie as she braced herself against the cool bathroom wall, her arms protectively wrapped around her abdomen. Her eyes, filled with a mix of

that she might be hiding a pregnancy gnawing at him. His eyes narrowed, the weight of his fears and frustrations making his next words

don’t get to decide

as Noah was about to step forward and

a second thought, Noah answered. Kyla’s voice, soft and frail,

heart… I think my old condition is flaring up again. Can you come get me and take me to

up in the corner, her posture reminiscent of a kitten deprived of safety, her arms wrapped

into a thin line, and eyes brimming with unease and defensiveness painted a picture of vulnerability that could soften the hardest

discomfort washed over Noah, causing his grip on the phone to tighten. He found himself caught in