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

Chapter 989:

To her immense relief, they had arrived just in time to prevent a catastrophe.

Isabel clutched Sadie’s hand, her voice quivering with residual fear. “Sadie, what exactly happened? How did that terrible rumor take root?”

Sadie patted Isabel’s hand with gentle reassurance, silently urging her to regain composure.

With the ghost of a smile playing on her lips, Sadie replied casually, “Nothing to worry about—just a calculated trap to catch them all in one swoop.”

She outlined her strategy of disseminating misinformation to draw out her enemies, her stealthy escape, and subsequent return to Jazmah aboard a private jet. Naturally, she omitted the complicated entanglements with the Higgins and Johnson families.noveldrama

Relief washed over Isabel as she absorbed Sadie’s explanation. “Nothing matters more than your safety,” she whispered, nodding vigorously while tears threatened to spill from her glistening eyes. The night’s harrowing events had shaken Isabel to her core. Mercifully, Sadie’s quick thinking and sharp vigilance had prevented disaster.

Sadie knelt to face her son. Averi, visibly rattled by the meeting hall’s chaos, gripped her neck with tiny, desperate fingers.

She brushed tender fingers through his fine hair, her voice melting into a soothing murmur. “Averi, sweetie, it’s past your bedtime. How about you rest with Grandma? Mommy needs to handle a few things, but I promise I’ll return quickly.”

Despite his obvious reluctance, Averi nodded bravely. “Promise you’ll hurry, Mommy?” His small voice wavered as he reached for her, tiny arms encircling her in a desperate hug.

Only after ensuring Isabel and Averi were safely settled did Sadie finally pivot toward the exit, stepping out of Wall Manor.

Night had blanketed the world in inky darkness. A sleek black sedan waited silently along the curb.

gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺, 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝗶𝗻

Samuel had been stationed in the vehicle for hours. The moment he glimpsed her silhouette approaching, he sprang from the driver’s seat and swung open the rear door with practiced precision.

Sadie ducked into the car’s plush interior, massaging her throbbing temples with slender fingers.

“What’s the situation in Beversea?”

Samuel slid back behind the wheel, twisting his torso to address her with respectful efficiency.

“The highway ‘accident’ has been sanitized precisely as you instructed. We intercepted two separate teams. One was dispatched by Briley, while the other—according to our surviving captives—was orchestrated by Ophelia.”

A razor-thin smile, cold as midwinter frost, lifted one corner of Sadie’s mouth.

Briley and Ophelia—kindred spirits united by their singular desire to see her in a coffin.

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