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

a touch of sorrow slipping into his voice, “I heard about Miss Delgado’s death. Terrible news. But surely, Mr. Wall, you’re not suggesting I had something to do with it, are

question with such transparent openness as though

twin daggers slicing through the air and piercing Alex’s façade. “Yes. I

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

Alex’s hand curled into a brutal fist, his fingernails carving crescents

had the nerve to suspect him so openly, so

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On what evidence?

but groundless theories and

to break free. But in the span of a heartbeat, the rigid mask he

carried threads of bitter self mockery woven together with