Chapter 13

Chapter 13:

“Samuel, can you take care of this? I can’t have my personal life disrupt my professional environment,” she implored, her voice steady yet edged with urgency.

Knowing exactly who she was, Samuel made sure to treat her with the respect she deserved.

“I’ve already silenced the group chat. We’ll wait for Mr. Wall’s guidance on how to proceed,” he assured her, his demeanor composed but sympathetic to her plight.

Keeping Sadie’s identity as his wife hidden had always been part of Noah’s plan.

Though he understood Sadie’s situation, Samuel, bound by his position, dared not intervene.

Trying to maintain her composure, Sadie nodded and excused herself, her facade uncracked as she moved through the office towards the break room.

There, she encountered the last thing she needed—a group of usual detractors, casually tossing around their latest speculations about her.

“Who would have thought the quiet and reserved Sadie had such a scandalous side?”

“Right? Just look at her—trouble from the start. It’s clear she’s not as innocent as she seems.”

“And bold enough to play the seductress right under the real girlfriend’s nose. She’s cunning, I’ll give her that.”

Sadie tried to steady her trembling hand around her cup.

The irony twisted deep into her heart—she, the legitimate wife, now misjudged as the other woman.

Unable to correct the narrative without exposing more of her private life, she took a deep, steadying breath, steeling herself against the slander.

“Sadie!”

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She was about to walk away when a familiar voice called her name, stopping her in her tracks.

“What’s wrong? Feeling upset?” Kyla’s voice dripped with a taunting smugness as she sauntered closer.

The white dress she donned today only amplified her deceptively innocent allure, making her seem as pristine as a freshly bloomed lily.

Sadie stopped dead in her tracks, her gaze turning frosty as she met Kyla’s eyes. “Was it you?” she demanded, her voice a mix of disbelief and accusation.

The thought of Kyla slandering her was incomprehensible.

Didn’t she fear that Noah might just expose their marriage?

Kyla’s lips curled into a sly smile, and instead of a straightforward answer, she leaned closer, her whisper laced with contempt. “I heard you’ve been in love with Noah for a decade, but funny thing—he’s been in love with me just as long. So, tell me, when push comes to shove, do you think he’ll side with you at the brink of a divorce, or will he just discard you like a used-up toy?”

A laugh, bitter and incredulous, escaped Sadie. She fixed Kyla with a steely look. “Are you so certain he’ll choose you? I’ve shared his bed for two years. Do you honestly believe his desires mean nothing?”

Sadie knew Noah had never truly been intimate with Kyla, at least not before he confessed as much to her.

“You—”

Kyla’s face twisted with hurt and anger. Her hand flew up, poised to strike, but a sudden glimpse of a familiar black suit in her peripheral vision made her hesitate.

Quickly masking her fury with a look of feigned sorrow, she lowered her hand and sighed, “It’s not Noah’s fault—it’s all on me. Coming back was a mistake.”

“What bullshit did you just say, Sadie?” Noah’s voice suddenly cut through the tension.

He strode into the room just as Kyla’s words reached his ears. His gaze, heavy with disapproval, landed on Sadie.

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