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

Chapter 1024:

Without another word, he turned and walked out, his footsteps muffled by the polished floor.

At the far end of the corridor, he pulled out his phone and dialed Jack. Jack picked up almost instantly. “Boss?”

“Dig into Sadie’s movements. Everything outside of work. I want details,” Noah said flatly, his voice low and frigid.

“Keep a close eye on any men she’s been in contact with,” Noah ordered, his voice clipped and frosted. “And assign someone to monitor Rosehill Apartments. Quietly. No mistakes. If anyone unusual shows up—any visitor you don’t recognize—I want to know immediately.”

There was a brief pause on the other end. Jack hesitated. Rosehill Apartments? Sadie had an apartment there. Was the boss… suspecting her? Still, he didn’t voice the question. Orders were orders. “Understood, boss. I’ll handle it.”

Noah hung up without another word. He remained in the corridor, silent, still—like a shadow carved into the sterile walls—his expression unreadable but charged with a storm beneath.

“Ensure, without exception, that no one finds out?” She was hiding someone in her apartment?

Each thread twisted tighter in Noah’s mind, forming a knot of suspicion he couldn’t ignore. Could Sadie be hiding a man?

The thought flashed like lightning—and he crushed it with brutal force. No. It couldn’t be. She was his. The woman he’d never stopped wanting. There was no room for anyone else.noveldrama

And yet… If there was another man—someone foolish enough to touch what belonged to him—then that man had already sealed his fate.

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Outside Rosehill Apartments, an inconspicuous black sedan sat in the shadows, its engine silent.

Inside, Jack massaged his stiff neck and flicked his gaze toward his watch for the dozenth time. He had been stationed here for nearly three hours without seeing a single person from Sadie’s team.

Jack struggled to comprehend his boss’s cryptic instructions, their purpose eluding him. His boss’s voice on the phone earlier had been ice-cold, vibrating with the restrained fury of a man ready to dismember someone with his bare hands.

Curiosity gnawed at Jack about what Sadie had done to warrant such extreme measures from his boss—surveillance, investigation of contacts—what game was she playing this time?

A hollow ache filled Jack’s belly, his stomach rumbling loudly in protest against the prolonged stakeout. He stretched his cramped limbs, joints popping in the confined space of the sedan.

With a sigh, he pushed open the car door, desperate for a quick bite from the convenience store gleaming at the corner.

Just then, two sleek black luxury cars glided into view, moving with deliberate purpose toward the gate of the community.

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