Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 17

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17 I’ll Be Right

Kyla’s voice, threaded with a hint of fragility, broke through the silence again, accompanied by two soft coughs.

“Well, if it’s too much trouble for you, that’s okay. After all, it’s quite late. I can manage until tomorrow to see a doctor. It’s not urgent.”

Her words were tinged with politeness, yet each phrase was steeped in an unspoken accusation of neglect and quiet endurance.

Noah felt as though an invisible fist had clenched around his heart.

His earlier hesitation dissolved in an instant. “I’ll be right there,” he declared, his voice resolute, leaving no room for doubt.

Hastily, he strode out of the bathroom, and soon after, the sound of his footsteps faded, followed by the decisive click of the door closing behind him.

In the now–quiet room, Sadie’s tension unraveled suddenly.

She sat on the cold floor, clutching her stomach tightly.

Although she had anticipated this outcome, a sharp pang of pain still shot through her heart.

In Kyla’s shadow, she was endlessly sidelined, feeling like nothing more than a disposable toy—cherished momentarily when needed, then carelessly cast aside.

Despite it all, she clung to a foolish sliver of hope for him, hope that perhaps one day, her presence might mean more.

With an empty, aching stomach from skipping dinner and earlier bouts of nausea, Sadie managed a rueful grin.

She braced herself against the wall, awkwardly hopping on one foot as she made her way outside.

Determination etched her features. She had to step away from it all–resign, leave Noah, and never look back.

The stiff sofa and biting cold made for a miserable night, forcing her in and out of light, uneasy sleep.

As she languished in a groggy haze, the room seemed to grow colder, hinting at an intrusion.

A draft whispered through the room as she felt the presence of someone else. Her eyelids, heavy as lead, fought against her efforts to see who it was.

“Don’t move.” A low, mesmerizing voice brushed against her ear, tinged with a quiet gentleness.

His large hand rested gently against her forehead, and the scorching heat made his features crease with worry.

With a smooth motion, she was lifted, the refreshing scent of mint wrapping around her like a fleeting breeze.

Almost instantly, however, the invasive aroma of medicinal bitterness invaded her senses, pungently overpowering, making her recoil.

She coughed violently, her body rejecting the intrusive smells and the notion of treatment. With a feeble hand, she deflected the proffered bowl of medicine. “I don’t feel well. I really can’t take this,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

“Just try,” the man insisted softly, his voice firm yet threaded with concern. His fingers tenderly grasped her chin, coaxing her to face him, his expression one of unwavering patience.

“Noah…” she murmured in a daze, her voice trailing off as if clinging to the threads of her fading consciousness.

The man halted mid–motion, a tempest of unspoken emotions swirling in his profound gaze.

Eventually, Sadie meekly complied, the bitter medicine coursing down her throat.

As her world began to blur into shadows, she felt a gentle pressure as he carefully laid her on the bed, the sheets rustling softly around her.

Even as she drifted off, the room clung to a faint aroma of tobacco–a lingering trace of his presence, mingled with an elusive, comforting reassurance.

Morning light spilled across Sadie’s face as she stirred awake.

As her eyes fluttered open, she realized she was resting on a soft bed in the bedroom, the aches in her body now a distant memory.

“Could Noah have returned?” she whispered to herself, pushing herself up against the plush pillows, her mind replaying the fragmented memories of the night before.

That familiar commanding voice, those gentle, searching eyes–could it really have been him?

The mere thought sent a thrill of excitement through her, a tender sweetness blossoming silently in her chest.

A low, insistent buzz filled the air as the phone on the bedside table rattled against the wood, breaking the quiet.

Sadie reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she answered.

On the other end of the line, a warm, motherly voice spoke with gentle concern. “Mrs. Wall, I’ve prepared some chicken soup for you. Be sure to have some once you’re up; it’ll help you recover quicker.”