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.”

pale. She instinctively stepped back, the check fluttering

not!” Nanette cried, her voice laced with fear as she shook

would. How could she possibly betray that trust? Besides, taking the

gaze cold and calculating. “You might want to reconsider. Your mother is still in the hospital, isn’t she? And her fate… well, it’s

merciless tug-of-war. On one side stood Sadie—the person who had given her a chance and placed faith in her. On the other was her mother, clinging desperately to

smirk widened as she savored Nanette’s torment. The deeper Nanette’s

g aln ov el

Sadie’s studio was as bright as day. She rubbed her sore temples and shifted her gaze from the computer

pick up Averi tonight,” she murmured, a smile curving her lips. With Carol looking

A sudden knock at the door broke the silence. “Who could it be?” Sadie frowned, assuming it was her delivery, and

in, please,” she called, pulling

body trembling. Her face was pale, her eyes red and swollen as if she had been crying. She looked distressed, a

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