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

Chapter XXX:

Alex’s hand, hidden in the shadows, slowly curled into a clenched fist. What exactly was Noah playing at with this cryptic visit and vague remarks? Had he found something out, or was he fishing, hoping to shake something loose?

Noah’s smile deepened with deliberate ease, his gaze locked onto Alex with quiet intensity. “Not even going to offer me a seat, Mr. Howe?”

Alex’s lips held their curve, but a chill flickered behind his eyes. Something was off about Noah—his presence, his words, his calm confidence. What on earth was he up to?

“What is it that you really want, Mr. Wall?” Alex asked, his tone laced with polite civility. “You didn’t just drop by without reason. Let’s not waste each other’s time.”

Noah’s smile remained cool and enigmatic as his voice dropped a note lower. “I heard you were at Nirvana yesterday.”

The moment Alex heard the words, the hand holding the coffee paused for the briefest second. A flicker of tension crossed his face, gone almost as quickly as it came. How did Noah know that? No one should have seen him—not unless someone at Nirvana had talked. But that was impossible. Alex trusted his people to erase every footprint.

mattered was that this visit wasn’t casual—it was an interrogation dressed in

right,” Alex replied evenly. “I went there for a meal. Simple as that.” Then, as if struck by sudden remembrance, he added with a calculated sigh and a touch of sorrow slipping into his voice, “I

transparent openness as though he

gaze transformed into twin daggers slicing through the air

words tumbled from Noah’s lips, tension thickened in the room like fog rolling

brutal fist, his fingernails carving crescents

nerve to

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On what evidence?

theories

free. But in the span of a heartbeat, the rigid mask he wore dissolved like morning frost, and he released a low rumbling laugh that seemed to come from somewhere deep

sound carried threads of bitter self mockery woven together