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

Chapter 35

Chapter 35:

Under the impression that Kyla would be Noah’s future bride, Platt had no qualms about conspiring with her to humiliate Sadie. However, if he had misjudged the situation, the consequences would be disastrous—he’d be as good as dead. As these thoughts churned through his mind, Platt rose, his face breaking into an ingratiating smile directed at Noah.

“Please, forgive my earlier oversight in properly welcoming you,” he said, his voice carrying a tone of deference.

Immediately, the room buzzed to life as everyone stood, shuffling chairs and clearing the way to honor their guest. The seat of honor and its adjacent chair were conspicuously left vacant.

Noah watched the orchestrated commotion silently, his expression unreadable. Only after the last murmurs had settled did he gracefully take the chair reserved for him.

Kyla, poised to sit beside him, paused mid-step as Noah, in a surprising move, gestured for Sadie to sit next to him instead. The room filled with whispered speculations and furtive glances towards Kyla, whose plans seemed to unravel before her eyes.

like she’s someone important?” A woman, dressed in eye-catching, over-the-top clothing, covered her mouth with a delicate hand, her voice a syrupy

skepticism lacing his tone. “Miss Wade, weren’t you just telling us

inside her. She put on a forced smile and replied, “Mr. Wall has always been exceptionally attentive to every

“Oh, is that so?”

disbelief thinly veiled by nodding heads, their expressions etched with doubt. But

that there was something more to it. And Noah—known for his indifference towards romantic entanglements and his cutthroat decisiveness—since when did he exhibit such warmth and concern for a

to call

intact, Kyla moved to another seat, sitting ramrod straight, fully aware of the

nails digging painfully into her flesh, yet she remained outwardly composed, oblivious

was engulfed in a stifling silence. Everyone present was on edge, scarcely daring to draw a deep breath for fear that even the slightest noise might provoke the formidable man seated in the chair

and wherever his steely gaze landed, it seemed to exert an invisible, crushing weight. People instinctively lowered their heads, shunning his scrutiny as if the mere act of meeting his eyes

silence. His voice was calm, almost disinterested, as his thin