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

Chapter 458

Chapter 458:

Nanette’s gaze locked onto the check, longing and desperation reflected in her eyes. To her, fifty thousand was an enormous sum. With that money, her mother’s medical expenses would be covered—no more humiliating pleas, no more borrowing from others. Yet, she knew generosity rarely came without conditions.

If Kyla was offering this, there had to be a catch.

“Miss Wade… what exactly do you want?” she asked warily, forcing down the flicker of hope in her chest.

Kyla stepped out of her car, pressed the check into Nanette’s trembling fingers, and leaned in, her voice a soft murmur in Nanette’s ear. “It’s simple. I need you to do something for me.”

Her voice was low, almost hypnotic.

“What is it?” Nanette’s pulse quickened, an uneasy feeling creeping over her.

“I want you…” Kyla deliberately paused, then enunciated each syllable with chilling precision. “To hand over Sadie’s design draft.”

She instinctively stepped back, the

with fear as she shook her head

the only one to believe in her talent when no one else would. How could she possibly betray that trust? Besides, taking the draft without permission wasn’t just

reaction, her gaze cold and calculating. “You might want to reconsider. Your mother is still

placed faith in her. On the other was her mother, clinging desperately to life in a hospital bed. How was she supposed

savored Nanette’s torment. The deeper Nanette’s distress, the more satisfaction Kyla seemed to derive

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pitch black. However, Sadie’s studio was as bright as day. She

Averi tonight,” she murmured, a smile curving her lips. With Carol looking after Averi, she could finally focus on her work, feeling a

knock at the door broke the silence. “Who could it be?” Sadie frowned,

called,

the doorway; it was Nanette, who had unexpectedly returned. Nanette stood there, her head lowered, her body trembling. Her face was pale, her eyes red and swollen as if she had been crying.

having never seen Nanette like this. A sense of foreboding filled her, and her