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

Chapter 1049:

The hypocrisy of this masked intruder infuriated Alex, especially since Patrick himself refused to give Sadie space. How could Alex possibly abandon Sadie when she was clearly drowning in sorrow?

Noah observed Alex’s confident posture as he defended Sadie, and something primal ignited inside him—a fierce, unexplainable rage. Despite his memory gaps, the legal bond remained intact—Sadie was still, undeniably, his wife. Alex had brazenly crossed a line.

Alex’s features hardened as he boldly locked eyes with Noah’s frigid stare. “Correct me if I’m wrong, Mr. Noel, but don’t you have a pregnant wife? Rather than attending to her at home, you’re here disturbing Sadie in the dead of night. Wouldn’t you call that the epitome of inappropriate?”

He paused deliberately, satisfaction threading through his words. Stepping toward Sadie, Alex assumed a protective stance. “Laura’s final request was for me to watch over Sadie. I’m merely fulfilling a deathbed promise, which absolutely justifies my concern.”

Sadie’s brow furrowed deeply as the escalating confrontation grated on her already frayed nerves. She craved nothing but silence and solitude.

I need time alone.” She turned toward Noah with detached eyes. “Mr. Noel, my modest dwelling surely doesn’t deserve

awaiting responses, Sadie

long last, she had

The testosterone-fueled clash between these men only

relief washed over him knowing Noah had received the same rejection. It was a small victory that soothed his wounded pride. He pivoted toward Noah, motioning curtly toward the exit. “Mr.

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mouth compressed into a rigid, bloodless line. Casting a final, lingering glance at the sealed bedroom door, he released an

conflicting emotions churning behind his eyes. With reluctance etched in every movement, he eased the apartment door shut and slipped

When she ventured out, silence had reclaimed the living room, with only two modest urns newly positioned before Laura’s photograph. She approached with measured steps, her fingertips trailing delicately across the cold ceramic surfaces, infinite sadness swimming in