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

Chapter 106

Chapter 106:

“Please.” The word tore from her throat, hoarse and raw, trembling with emotions she had buried for far too long. “Help me.”

Jim’s heart lurched. He quickly reached down, flustered, and helped her back to her feet. “Sadie, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice urgent but gentle. “What happened? I was told you were just sick.” He held her by the arms, his steady hands trying to calm her.

Sadie fought to keep her tears at bay, her voice trembling as she forced out the words. “Noah has me trapped here… cut off from everyone. I need to get out. Please, can you help me?” Her eyes locked onto Jim’s, her desperation palpable.

Jim froze, the weight of her plea pressing down on him. “Well…” He trailed off, torn between empathy and concern.

He knew all too well how ruthless Noah could be. If Noah ever found out he’d helped Sadie escape, the fallout would be catastrophic. The mere thought of Noah’s wrath sent a trickle of sweat down Jim’s temple.

Sadie saw the hesitation flicker across his face. She inhaled deeply, steadying herself, her voice soft but resolute. “Don’t worry. I won’t drag you into this any more than necessary. Just… distract the guards downstairs. That’s all I need. I’ll take care of the rest.” Her tone was calm, but her eyes burned with fierce determination. She was ready to risk everything.

Jim wavered, the logic gnawing at him.

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his internal struggle, Sadie pressed her advantage.

put the pregnancy at risk.” She swallowed hard, her words

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I stay here any longer… I’ll either be forced into an abortion when he finds out about the pregnancy… or I’ll lose the baby from his

eyes shut, and the tears she’d fought so hard to hold back finally

whispered, her voice barely audible. “I can’t keep the baby…

two warring voices clashed inside

mess. Noah’s wrath wasn’t just dangerous—it was catastrophic. Getting involved could ruin

the other voice, softer yet more insistent, tugged at his conscience. It was the voice of compassion, of duty, reminding him of why he became a

her trembling hand resting protectively over her abdomen. It felt like something had pierced through

to protect life in all its