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

Chapter 1028:

A flicker of amusement crossed Noah’s face when he noticed her stunned expression.

“You haven’t eaten properly since last night,” he said, his voice much softer now. “The doctor told me you need rest and actual food in your system. Just try a little, alright?”

Noah’s concern was not fake. Sadie could see that much. And honestly, her stomach had been aching for something warm.noveldrama

After a brief pause, she leaned forward slightly and let him feed her the soup. The heat of it was comforting. Smooth and mild, it settled into her belly like a quiet balm.

She swallowed slowly, then grabbed a tissue and dabbed at the corner of her mouth.

“I’m not hungry,” she muttered, her tone cold and distant. As if the woman who had just taken a spoonful had not been her at all. Her eyes drifted to the window. The first hints of morning were creeping into the sky.

“I’ll be discharged once the sun’s up.”

Was she racing back to that secret lover in Rosehill Apartments? Noah’s hand froze midway, the spoon still in his grip. A flash of something dark passed over his face as frustration rose like a tide.

“No,” he said, his voice dropping into something low and firm. “You’re not ready. Your fever might’ve gone down, but you’re still not well enough to leave.”

Sadie slowly turned to face him, stunned that he had actually denied her that.

“That sounds like a personal problem, Mr. Noel,” said Sadie, her voice laced with cool detachment. “You should focus on your own household. Your wife is pregnant. Shouldn’t your energy be spent on taking care of her?”

Her words acted like a spark, immediately setting fire to the emotions Noah had been holding back for so long. He lifted his head, eyes narrowing with sudden intensity.

“Hailey doesn’t mean anything to me,” he said, his tone low but deliberate.

ga𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.k𝗈n – 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝓬𝗼𝗽𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

The seriousness in his voice caught Sadie off guard. Hailey didn’t mean anything to him? What was that supposed to mean?

Before Sadie could think further, Noah quietly lifted another spoonful of soup, holding it out like nothing had changed. But Sadie had already withdrawn. Whatever appetite she had vanished in an instant. She lay back down, tugged the blanket over her shoulders, and turned her back on Noah.

There was no need for words. Her silence screamed rejection. For a long second, Noah just stared at her still form. The spoon stayed in his hand, suspended between action and regret.

Eventually, he let out a slow sigh and brought the spoon to his own lips. The flavor was decent. Mild. Comforting, even.

After setting the lid back on the lunchbox, he placed it quietly on the bedside table.

“Have a good rest,” he murmured, though he knew she would not answer.

Noah’s voice had turned deep, with a tinge of begrudging assent that even he failed to notice. He stood up and cast a long, meaningful glance at Sadie’s back before turning away and leaving the room. The door shut behind him with a soft click.

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