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

Chapter 1022:

Noah hadn’t been ready for it. The pain hit him like a tidal wave. He gasped as he fell back and doubled over, his hands cupping his crotch as if he feared another attack was coming.

Sadie hadn’t held back at all!

He was still trying to compose himself when she sat upright and straightened her clothes. Then she shot him a cold, distant glare. “I would appreciate some basic courtesy, Mr. Noel. In case you’ve forgotten, you are a married man. And for the record…” She paused and lifted her chin, her tone turning even colder. “I’m about to marry Nathan, so I would greatly appreciate it if you kept your distance from now on.”

Noah’s breath caught at her words. He froze, still clutching his crotch, as he processed Sadie’s declaration. The pain on his face was soon replaced with disbelief.

Her? Marry Nathan?

He looked up and searched her face, but there was no trace of hesitation there, only resolve. Sadie had meant every word.

Noah scowled. “You’re marrying Nathan Higgins? That spoiled trust fund kid who has nothing valuable apart from his last name?”

Sadie squared her shoulders and met his steely gaze. “Your opinion of Nathan is of no consequence. And who I choose to marry is none of your business, either.”

Her voice was calm, soft, even, but it felt as though she had slammed his head into a brick wall.

Meanwhile, in a high-rise building, Nathan was holding a meeting in the conference room when he suddenly let out a loud sneeze. He frowned and rubbed his nose. Why did it feel like someone was going to hurt him?

At that same moment, a hot surge of irrational rage flared in Noah’s chest.

gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈n – 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻

Nathan, that bastard!

Noah gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists, barely resisting the urge to get rid of Nathan once and for all.

He should have taken care of that prick when he had the chance! But perhaps it wasn’t too late to do just that.

Noah’s lips curled into a cold, humorless smile. He stepped forward, his shadow stretching over Sadie as she lay rigid on the bed. His voice dropped, smooth and sharp with warning. “Is that so? Then brace yourself—what’s coming won’t be easy.” He leaned in, close enough that his breath grazed her ear. “Being a widow never is.”

Sadie shot him a sharp, silent glare—too drained to argue. She tossed the covers aside, snatched the folded clothes from the nightstand, and made to leave. But Noah moved faster. His hand closed around her wrist and tugged her back, folding her into his arms with quiet force.

His chest pressed against her back, steady and warm. He tousled her hair—clumsily, yet with a strange tenderness. “Just get some rest for now,” he murmured, his tone stripped of its earlier edge, low and almost tender. “You’ve just come out of a fever. Your body’s still fragile. Let yourself heal.”

He paused, fingers still curled around her wrist, then slowly let her go. “I’ll have the doctor check in again.”noveldrama

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