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

Chapter 36

Chapter 36:

He slowly redirected his gaze towards Platt, allowing a small, chilling chuckle to escape his lips—a sound deceptively gentle yet laden with an unspoken threat.

“You sure have a thing for drinking, don’t you? Well, today you’re in for a treat,” Noah declared with a sly grin. He snapped his fingers, the sound crisp and resonant in the hushed confines of the private room.

At his signal, Samuel, who had been poised just outside, swung the door open. Waiters strode in one after another, their movements smooth and precise. They filed in two neat rows, each carrying bottles of wine that gleamed under the soft lighting. One by one, they set the bottles before Platt, each placement marked by the soft chime of glass meeting wood—a sound ominously reminiscent of a tolling bell in Platt’s increasingly anxious ears.

His complexion drained to a ghostly pallor. A fine sheen of sweat beaded on his brow, and his discomfort was palpable in the thickening silence. The entire spectacle wrapped up in five minutes.

Finally, as the last bottle was placed, the lead waiter stepped forward, his voice breaking the suspense. “Mr. Wall, all the wine is here,” he announced, his tone formal yet tinged with a hint of disbelief. The room held its breath. The extent of Noah’s command—every bottle in the restaurant laid out before them—was staggering.

Was he trying to make Platt drink himself to death?

moved as he spoke, but the word “Enjoy” fell from them like a verdict, resonating with a chilling authority that sent

mountain of wine bottles. He conjured a smile, more like a strained grimace, as he stammered, “Well, Mr. Wall, th-this is… it’s rather excessive.” He flicked

ear as she chimed in, her voice deliberately softened to convey concern. “Noah, forcing down this much wine could be

were laced with a feigned fragility, designed to evoke Noah’s protective

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elaborate, Noah cut her off with a stern, commanding tone. “So, you’re aware of the risks,

not raised, carried a potent, resonant force that filled the charged silence

swept across the faces before him, resting on

and it struck

never crossed her

it hit so hard, it felt

the table, her fingers gripped her handbag

had so meticulously maintained began to fracture, revealing a hint of the turmoil