Chapter 121

Chapter 121:

“The way things are between you two—it’s helping no one,” Jim continued, his voice firm with conviction. “If you’re set on divorcing, why delay it?”

Noah’s voice was thick with scorn as he sneered dismissively. “Divorce? Who said we’re getting a divorce?”

He took a step closer, his piercing gaze locked on Jim. “Do you have some kind of crush on her?”

Jim bristled, his tone heated as he shot back, “What bullshit are you spewing now? As someone not directly involved, I have to say this seems really unfair to her.”

“Unfair?” Noah echoed, dripping with sarcasm. “Look, our issues are none of your concern.”

“I was merely trying to—” Jim began, but Noah cut him off with an icy sharpness that left no room for argument.

“You don’t have to come to Myrtlewood Estate anymore—consider this your last visit.”

His words hung heavily in the air as he turned sharply and ascended the stairs, leaving Jim frozen in place, a storm brewing across his features.

Watching Noah’s determined departure, Jim felt a crushing wave of defeat.

He pulled out his phone with a shaky hand and typed a message to Sadie. “I did everything I could.”

After confirming the message was sent, he pocketed his phone and walked away from Myrtlewood Estate, each step heavy with resignation.

On her end, Sadie stared at the glowing text on her screen, a wave of desolation washing over her.

Uncertain of her next move, she was jolted from her thoughts by a sudden knock at the door.

Panic flickered across her face as she stashed her phone away, composing herself before answering.

Opening the door, she found Noah filling the doorway, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. His voice was emotionless, almost mechanical. “Are you already bored of staying at Myrtlewood Estate?”

A bitter chuckle escaped Sadie’s lips, sorrow lingering in her heart. “Bored? Mr. Wall, is that really what you think being trapped here feels like?”

“Noah Wall, I’m a living person, not your caged pet,” Sadie said, her voice tight with anger. “What gives you the right to take away my freedom?”

Noah’s eyes narrowed, taking in her defiance with a cold, calculating look.

“Answer my question,” he responded, his tone heavy and demanding.

In her mind, Sadie clung to a sliver of hope for freedom from her confinement.

“I absolutely want out!” she replied boldly, challenging him. “So, Mr. Wall, will you set me free?”

“Tomorrow marks the Maple Group CEO’s wedding anniversary celebration,” Noah said. “As Mrs. Wall, your role is to support me as my wife.”

A spark of resolve flashed in Sadie’s eyes.

“Fine,” she responded swiftly, her voice tinged with urgency.

Noah studied her for a moment longer before exiting the room. As his silhouette vanished through the door, Sadie exhaled deeply, her shoulders dropping as the tension eased.

She moved to the window, looking out at the sky, her emotions swirling.

Just then, Kyla approached with a sly grin.

“It was I who proposed the idea of letting you attend the anniversary party to Noah,” she said, her voice laced with pride. “So, you should thank me.”

Suspicion clouded Sadie’s eyes, a tremor of unease stirring within her. “What do you want?”

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