Chapter 11

Chapter 11:

“There’s no need to explain, Alex. I have nothing to do with him anymore,” she declared firmly, her voice tinged with finality. “Does it hurt? Do you need some medicine?”

Sadie’s concern was evident as she leaned closer, inspecting Alex’s face for injuries. Relief washed over her when she found none. The possibility of Alex getting hurt because of her filled her with a deep, unsettling guilt.

But for Noah, witnessing this tender exchange was like a match to kindling. A fierce blaze of jealousy ignited within him.

He reached out abruptly, grabbing Sadie’s wrist with a grip that was both sudden and forceful, and pulled her toward the elevator.

“What the hell are you doing? Let me go!” Sadie’s protest was sharp as she struggled against his hold, but her efforts were in vain.

“Noah, calm down!” Alex stepped forward, his voice a mix of concern and command, attempting to defuse the escalating situation.

Yet, he was met with nothing but a chilling glare from Noah that made him halt in his tracks.

Noah’s anger didn’t wane as he dragged Sadie through the hallway to her apartment door.

Releasing her abruptly, he kicked the door open with such force that it swung wildly on its hinges, barely holding together.

Rubbing her wrist, Sadie glared at the damaged door, then turned her fiery gaze to Noah.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she demanded, her voice rising with both anger and hurt.

“What’s wrong with me?” Noah echoed her words mockingly, his sneer sharp as broken glass. “Why are you with him?”

Noah’s sudden closeness, mixed with the intoxicating trace of his cologne, snapped Sadie back to reality.

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“Are you following me?” Sadie’s voice carried a sharp sting as she narrowed her eyes menacingly.

Instead of giving an answer, Noah scoffed. “Why, feeling guilty?”

“Why should I feel guilty?” Sadie retorted with a sneer, her defiance clear. “We’re on the brink of divorce. Who I spend my time with is none of your business. Haven’t you moved on as well?”

“Divorce?” Noah’s voice dripped with disbelief, as if the idea was ludicrous. “Sadie, I’ve already told you—until those papers are signed, everything stays the same.” A chill spread through Sadie’s heart.

“Why the hell should I care about what you have to say?”

“Well.” Noah edged closer, his body pressing hers against the door, an unyielding barrier. “Because I’m still your husband!”

With those words, he claimed her lips in a fierce, punishing kiss.

His kiss was relentless—rough and demanding.

Sadie pushed against him with all her strength, but his arms remained locked around her.

“Noah, are you out of your damn mind?”

She managed to push him away and quickly ran her tongue over her swollen lips.

Noah’s eyes burned with an intensity that felt almost inescapable. “Sadie, you’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured, his voice rough like gravel, his hand lingering possessively on her lower back. The air between them was charged, a silent acknowledgment of the storm that was about to break.

Sadie’s heart skipped a beat, a rush of emotion flooding her veins.

“Noah, come to your senses. You’re in love with Kyla. She’s back in your life, and yet, here you are, trying to hold on to me. What do you take me for?”

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