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?

finality on Platt. His lips barely moved as he spoke, but the word “Enjoy” fell from them like a verdict, resonating with a chilling authority that

He conjured a smile, more like a strained grimace, as he

ear as she chimed in, her voice deliberately

a feigned fragility, designed

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

voice, though not raised, carried a potent, resonant force that

gaze swept across the faces before him, resting on Kyla with a

and it struck

within her, her complexion paling. It never crossed her

hard, it felt like the air had been

the table, her fingers gripped her handbag with such intensity

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