Chapter 8
Isabel, visibly upset, bit her lip, holding back her words.
Noah bristled at the confrontation, loathing the sensation of being cornered, especially by Nigel.
“Then go ahead and donate your shares,” he retorted sharply, tugging at Kyla’s arm to leave.
“What did you just say, you ungrateful brat…” Nigel’s voice trembled with fury, his body shaking as he struggled to maintain his composure. Quickly, Sadie offered support as she guided him into the sanctuary of the study.
Once inside, she spoke, her tone low and filled with weary acceptance. “Don’t bother forcing him—his heart was never mine to begin with.”
Watching her composed demeanor, Nigel exhaled a heavy sigh, a mix of admiration and sorrow. “It’s truly Noah’s loss, not yours.”
He knew deep down that no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t steer the lives of the younger generation.
It pained him to see Sadie mistreated.
With a resigned air, he pulled a document from his drawer and laid it before her.
“Sadie, please, sign this.”
The moment Sadie spotted the word “shares” on the contract, a sudden, piercing tension gripped her head.
With a firm hand, she slid the document across the table, her voice steady but laced with resignation. “This isn’t mine to take. I married Noah knowing full well he had someone else in his heart. Now that she’s here, it’s only fitting that we put an end to our marriage.” With a solemn expression, Nigel ventured cautiously, “Sadie, do you ever regret marrying Noah?”
His question, unexpected and direct, made Sadie pause. She was momentarily taken aback, then offered a bitter smile as she shook her head. “No, I don’t regret it,” she admitted, her voice tinged with a sorrowful resolve.
Despite the searing pain, her love for Noah was something she could never regret.
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Yet, this love had grown too burdensome, teetering on the brink of crushing her.
Sadie refused to sign the document.
Nigel, seeing he couldn’t sway her, handed her a card instead. As she stood to leave, he told her that if it became unbearable, she had no reason to keep suffering.
He cared for Sadie with the affection one might show a beloved granddaughter, even if it meant standing against his own grandson.
After she stepped away from the grandeur of the Wall Manor, Sadie didn’t return to the home she still shared with Noah.
Instead, she found solace in a modest, serviced apartment managed by a hotel.
It had a bedroom and a living room, fully furnished, offering her solitude at an affordable price.
Sadie grew to cherish this small, cozy sanctuary.
Most importantly, it was free from Noah’s presence and the excruciating memories that lingered around him.
After a refreshing rinse, Sadie scrolled through her contacts, a pang of helplessness washing over her.
No matter how she looked at it, she had no one to pretend to be her boyfriend.
What excuse could she possibly give Laura for showing up alone? A wave of frustration crested within her, prompting her to run her fingers agitatedly through her hair.
Accepting the inevitable, she surrendered to whatever happened next. If pressed, she’d lay out the truth for Laura—plain and simple.
With her mind somewhat settled, Sadie busied herself with tidying the space.
Thankfully, the little one nestled within her was cooperative today, not stirring up any discomfort.
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