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

Chapter 37

Chapter 37:

Who would have thought that Platt, a dominant force in business, would be reduced to pleading for mercy from a woman who appeared so fragile?

Sadie, her eyes slowly fluttering open, fixed a weak yet resolute gaze on Platt. Her voice, though soft, was infused with an unwavering resolve. “Mr. Crawford, when I continuously declined your request, neither you nor Miss Wade showed me any leniency. You branded me a workaholic, so devoted to the company that I’d overlook personal boundaries. You dismissed my refusal to drink, insisting that without my compliance, you wouldn’t work with Wall Group.”

“Mr. Crawford, were those your words?” Sadie pressed, her voice dripping with sarcasm, which visibly darkened Platt’s expression.

His lips quivered as he struggled with the weight of her words. After a painful pause, he managed a reply, his voice barely above a whisper. “Miss Hudson, I messed up—please, give me this one chance to make it right.”

Kyla, who had never imagined she’d witness Sadie—the typically reserved woman—confronting someone, felt a sudden urge to defend Platt. She almost rose to speak on his behalf, but Noah’s frosty stare rooted her to the spot.

such contempt for Wall Group, I believe it’s best we sever our ties now.” Noah’s tone was as

his face the picture of despair. Despite all efforts, his company had never risen beyond mediocrity. A massive conglomerate like Wall Group, built on generations of success, could bankrupt his company without even breaking a sweat. In a last-ditch effort to salvage the situation, Platt grabbed a bottle of wine and declared, “Mr. Wall, I’ll drink!” He then took a desperate gulp, hoping against hope to

his eyes to water, yet Platt persisted, knowing this momentary agony was trivial compared

bottle, two

𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓾𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓼.𝓬𝓸𝓶

on Platt as he drowned himself

body failed, his world spun, and in the next second, he collapsed—nothing

his face twisted in a grimace of revulsion, turned to Samuel with icy detachment. “I’ll leave the rest to you,” he commanded, his voice brooking

Samuel responded with a deferential nod. Disregarding the shocked faces around him, Noah snatched

seemed to clear Sadie’s senses slightly. She shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off the lingering haze of alcohol. She needed

roadside, intending to hail a taxi home. There was something unsettling about the way Sadie ignored him, leaving Noah with a vague but persistent discomfort he couldn’t put into words. He

a mix of surprise and indifference. “Oh, thank you,” she murmured,