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

Chapter 389

Chapter 389:

Inside, the scent of coffee deepened, mingling with the faint notes of polished wood and aged books. A middle-aged man sat at a sleek coffee table, his movements precise as he carefully poured coffee from a silver pot.

He was dressed in a simple gray suit, his hair neatly combed back, and his expression carried a quiet warmth. At the sight of her, he set the coffee pot down and rose to his feet with an easy grace.

“It’s nice to meet you in person, Miss Hudson. I’m Matthew Duncan.”

Sadie dipped her head slightly in greeting, her voice poised and polite. “Nice to meet you as well, Mr. Duncan.”

Matthew gestured toward the chair opposite him. “Please, have a seat.” Without hesitation, Sadie settled into the chair.

Matthew wasted no time. “Miss Hudson, you want to know the origins of this string of beads?”

Sadie nodded and handed over the string of beads. “Yes. This piece… it’s more than just jewelry to me.”

After a pause, he spoke slowly. “I acquired it three years

woman… do you still have any way of reaching her? A phone number? An address?” Sadie leaned forward instinctively, her grip tightening on the

“That woman was a cautious one—reserved, deliberate.” He reached into a drawer, rifling through its contents before retrieving a single, yellowed piece of paper. “This is all I have.” He slid the fragile slip across the table. “Three years is a long time. I can’t say

tightening as if it might disappear.

thick with emotion as she whispered, “Thank you, Mr.

com is your

this number leads you to the answers

head slightly in gratitude before turning toward the

door behind her with a soft click. For a long moment, she simply stared at the numbers in her hand. A thin sheen of sweat dampened her palm. She took a deep, trembling breath as she pressed the start button, the engine humming to

clutched the steering wheel, but her mind was elsewhere—lost in a whirlwind of memories.

felt endless. Finally, she pulled over, the car rolling to a slow stop at the roadside. For a moment, she just sat there, gripping the piece of paper as though it held

to find out if

she pressed the dial button and