Chapter 18

Chapter 18:

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.

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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.

Brushing off the confrontation with a dismissive flick of her wrist, Kyla declared, “I have things to do, so I’ll be off.”

She then turned sharply and walked away, her heels clicking ominously against the hard floor.

Sadie sank into her chair, a whirlwind of emotions leaving her unsettled.

The moment she walked into the office, an awkward silence settled over her colleagues, their eyes darting away as if that could undo the whispers from before.

Distracted by the whirlwind of her thoughts, Sadie barely registered the shift in the office’s mood.

It wasn’t until a colleague—nervous and fidgety—made her way to her desk that Sadie snapped back to reality. With a hesitant cough, the colleague seemed to struggle with words, her discomfort palpable in the thick air.

“What’s going on here?” Sadie’s voice cut through the silence, her brow furrowed in concern.

The office felt suddenly smaller as her colleagues exchanged uneasy looks. Finally, one of them stepped forward, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Sadie, we owe you an apology,” she said, unable to meet Sadie’s eyes.

“We got it all wrong. We shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions,” another colleague said.

“We thought that you and Mr. Wall… well, that you were the other woman…”

“It was wrong of us to assume without knowing the whole story. Please forgive us.”

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