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

Chapter 81

Chapter 81:

“Does it make a difference?” Sadie retorted, her voice dripping with icy detachment. “You’ve delivered your gift, now you can leave. And don’t make me press the call button to have you escorted out like last time.”

Noah gave a casual shrug, arching an indifferent eyebrow before settling into a chair beside Sadie’s hospital bed. With deliberate slowness, he picked up an apple and started peeling it, seemingly unaffected by the gravity of the moment.

“Just so you know,” he said, his tone effortlessly composed. “I’m now a major shareholder of this hospital. If I run into a problem, a quick call to the director will take care of it.”

Sadie couldn’t mask her incredulity. “What the hell do you want?” she demanded, fixing him with a piercing stare that seemed to search his soul. “You made it clear you wanted a divorce, which I agreed to, yet you refuse to sign the papers. You ignored my calls for help during my accident, and now you won’t leave my hospital room. Noah, do you even realize how much you’re contradicting yourself?”

At her words, Noah’s hand stilled on the apple, a sudden discomfort gripping him. He was at a loss, torn between his feelings and his pride.

Remembering Sadie’s distant demeanor the previous day sent a jolt of pain through him, spurring a desperate need to mend things between them. Yet, his pride wouldn’t allow him to acknowledge how much he still cared about her.

much into it. I’m here merely to offer some comfort, nothing more than a gesture of

sharp pang struck Sadie’s heart at his words. Her eyes welled up with unshed tears, but she fought them back fiercely. “I don’t want your pity,” she declared, her voice breaking slightly. “I’ve cried over you for the

holding slipped, gouging a deep wound into his fingertip. A stream of blood trickled down, staining the apple’s flesh and spattering

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unspoken agony. It was as though he was searching for a clue in

tugged gently at Noah’s sleeve, her voice sweet yet insistent. “We should clean that wound and maybe get a tetanus shot. It looks

still fixed on Sadie, seemingly oblivious to

a subtle bite of her lip, masking her rising jealousy, Kyla turned to Sadie and pleaded, “Sadie, could you please tell Noah to see a doctor? He’ll listen if

settled on Noah with a serene expression, as if untouched by

declared, “Noah, whether you’re bleeding is entirely your own issue.