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.

since you hold such contempt for Wall Group, I believe it’s best we sever our ties now.” Noah’s tone was as cold as the arctic, leaving no room

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

fiery liquid scorched its way down his throat, causing his eyes to water, yet Platt persisted, knowing

bottle, two bottles, three

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a sound, their eyes fixed on Platt as he drowned himself in liquor, each bottle tipping back like the final

His body failed, his world spun, and in the next second, he collapsed—nothing but dead weight on the

icy detachment. “I’ll leave the

Mr. Wall,” Samuel responded with a deferential nod. Disregarding the shocked faces around him, Noah snatched up his coat

welcome, cleansing breeze that seemed to clear Sadie’s senses slightly. She shook her head vigorously, trying to

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 approached her and

her eyes wide with a mix of surprise