He snatched up the phone and dialed a number.
“Samuel, get over here. Now.”
Samuel knocked lightly on the door before stepping inside.
“Is there something you need, Mr. Wall?”
“What’s the deal with those pictures?” Noah’s voice cut through the air, a hint of barely contained rage threading through his words.
Samuel hesitated for a moment, his mind racing to catch up with Noah’s query. Realization flickered in his eyes, and he quickly composed himself.
“I only just found out about this matter myself, sir, and I was on my way to inform you.”
He extended his phone towards Noah.
“I’ve sent the photos to your phone as well.”
Noah accepted the phone with a swift motion, his gaze narrowing as he scrutinized the image displayed.
It was him and Sadie in the picture. The background left no doubt-it had been taken covertly from outside Sadie’s apartment building. In the photo, Sadie clung to him tightly, her posture tender, while he gazed down at her, their closeness undeniably intimate.
A shadow passed over Noah’s face, his brow knitting together as his eyes turned stormy and impenetrable.
Observing Noah’s troubled expression, Samuel tread carefully.
“Mr. Wall, should we take this opportunity to make your marriage-“
“No need.” Noah cut him off sharply, his voice resonating with authority.
“I don’t care how-just figure out who took those photos and who posted them online.”
He tossed the phone onto the desk with a clatter, the haunting image of Sadie’s ghostly, distraught face lingering in his mind.
As the finality of their divorce loomed, he desperately wished to avoid any more complications.
With a small nod, Samuel responded in a calm, respectful tone, “Understood, Mr. Wall.”
Meanwhile, Sadie dragged herself through her front door, her body heavy with exhaustion.
She collapsed onto the sofa, rummaging through her bag for her phone. The bright screen flared to life, causing her to squint against the harsh light.
Her attention was quickly captured by Kyla’s latest Instagram post-a black Bentley parked under the soft glow of streetlights, its license plate familiar, stabbing at her heart with a sharp pang of recognition. In the photo, Kyla was the picture of contentment, her makeup impeccable and her smile gentle, as she playfully flashed a peace sign at the camera.
The caption beneath the photo struck even deeper.
“I told him it was late, and next thing I knew, he was driving across the city to get me.”
Those words sliced through Sadie’s heart with cruel precision.
Indeed, Noah had chosen to be with Kyla.
A wave of nausea overwhelmed her as her vision blurred and her stomach twisted violently.
Clamping a hand over her mouth, Sadie stumbled to the bathroom, her other hand bracing against the wall as she lurched forward, succumbing to her sickness and retching miserably into the toilet.
But no matter how hard Sadie gagged, only the bitter taste filled her mouth.
Overwhelmed, she slumped against the wall, sliding helplessly to the floor as tears cascaded down her cheeks.
Her heart was shattered, each shard throbbing with a deep, relentless pain.
She had braced herself for the divorce, believing she was prepared. Yet, the instant she glimpsed Kyla’s latest post, the harsh reality hit her-she had completely overestimated her tolerance.
On the glaring phone screen, Kyla’s smug expression seemed to mock her, taunting her frailty and her misplaced confidence.
Sadie’s fingers whitened around her phone, her grip tightening with resolve.
She couldn’t stomach another second with that scumbag.
A divorce was the only way to rid herself of his bullshit.
This conviction swelled within her, filling every corner of her mind, leaving no room for rest.
That night, sleep eluded her entirely.
The next morning, Sadie dragged herself out of bed, the toll of the night evident in the dark circles branding her under-eyes.
Her reflection in the mirror was ashen, the very image of exhaustion. She reached for her makeup bag, attempting to mask the signs of her sleepless night with layers of foundation.
Yet, no amount of cosmetics could veil the profound exhaustion and despair that had seeped into her very bones.
That insufferable post from Kyla was all it took-Sadie’s last bit of restraint snapped like a brittle thread.
It dawned on her with painful clarity that some things were simply beyond redemption, no matter how fervently she wished otherwise.
Drawing in a steadying breath, Sadie placed the compact on the table with a soft click.
Divorce was her only option now.
It was time to forge a new path-for her own sake and for the unborn child she nurtured within her.
As she walked into the office, Sadie’s day took an immediate downturn as she stumbled upon Kyla.
Their encounter felt like the universe’s cruel joke.
Clad in a pale yellow dress that accentuated her porcelain-like skin, Kyla epitomized deceptive innocence.
But behind that seemingly harmless facade, Sadie was keenly aware of the conniving spirit that dwelled.
“Hello, Sadie,” Kyla began, her voice dripping with feigned concern, a mocking smile curling her lips. “You look absolutely worn out. Didn’t get much sleep, did you?”
Sadie’s hand instinctively clenched into a tight fist, a sharp pain lancing through her palm.
She remained silent, casting a frosty glare at Kyla before trying to brush past her.
Kyla’s voice spiked with deliberate provocation as she called out, “Well, yeah. Any woman would be restless if they knew their man was in another woman’s bed, wouldn’t they?” Her words echoed with malice.
Stopping dead in her tracks, Sadie lifted her head abruptly, her eyes blazing as she met Kyla’s challenging gaze.
Rage blazed inside her, searing through her like wildfire.
“So what?” she hissed, her words slicing through the tense air like shards of ice. “In the end, you’re nothing but a pathetic mistress.”
For a fleeting moment, Kyla’s confident smile wavered, but she quickly masked her momentary doubt.
Leaning in close, she whispered into Sadie’s ear, her voice a venomous hiss only the two of them could hear, “Talk all you want, but at the end of the day, it’s Noah’s feelings that decide everything.”
A chill ran down Sadie’s spine, a foreboding feeling washing over her. Kyla’s words struck like a dagger, twisting deep in her heart.
She couldn’t bring herself to dwell on what Noah might be thinking or the disaster that could follow.
As Kyla observed Sadie’s complexion turn ghostly pale, her lips curled into a smug smile.
This was precisely the reaction she sought-to see Sadie tormented, pushed to the brink of despair, compelled to retreat.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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