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

Chapter 1007:

An invisible thread of tension pulled tight as Sadie let go. A moment passed—and then she smiled. Slight. Measured. Sharp enough to prick.

“Ms. Burgess, if I caught that right…” Sadie’s head tilted ever so slightly, her voice cool but curious. “Did you mention Noah’s name just now? Noah… my late husband?”

The name landed like a blow to Hailey’s chest.

Hailey froze. Her throat tightened. Not a single word made it out.

What had Sadie just said?

From every corner of the cafe, stunned silence spread like a ripple. People looked to one another, eyes wide with disbelief. Noah? That Noah? The man who used to run Wall Group—Noah Wall?

Whispers broke out as soon as the name sank in. Plenty in the crowd had heard it before.

Noah Wall—gone but not forgotten. So why was Hailey calling her husband “Noah?” What exactly was going on here?

Murmurs of doubt rippled through the audience, the tone shifting from outrage to uncertainty.

Hailey stood rooted in place, like lightning had struck her nerves and left her motionless.

Never in her wildest thoughts had she expected Sadie to strike with such precision.

She had been the one weaving a scene, yet now she found herself exposed in the most public way. Acknowledging that the “Noah” she spoke of was that Noah, Wall Group’s deceased CEO, was out of the question.

The timing couldn’t have been more disastrous. One slip, and everything she’d worked for would unravel in front of everyone. Her cheeks flushed scarlet, a mix of humiliation and panic coloring her face.

𝖀ρ𝓭α𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇ɩү 𝗈𝗇 ɢ𝖺ⅼ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝑜𝗆noveldrama

Trying to explain herself now would only look like a desperate cover-up—it would reek of damage control.

Lowering her head, she clenched her jaw as if to trap the shame from spilling out. Her entire body burned with the weight of it.

She could not take it. Without saying a word, she turned abruptly and shoved through the crowd, as if she couldn’t escape fast enough. Behind her, Sadie slowly relaxed her hand, her fingers unfurling with quiet satisfaction.

Dropping the “late husband” line had been no accident—it was a deliberate, strategic strike.

She had placed her bet on Hailey’s silence, counting on her to crumble rather than confess. And judging by that retreat, her gamble had paid off.

Hailey obviously had a guilty conscience and didn’t have the guts to bite back.

If people somehow connected the dots between Noah and Patrick and realized what she had done, the fallout would be catastrophic.

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