Chapter 64

Chapter 64:

As Sadie gripped Laura’s delicate hand, her tears began to flow.

“Grandma, it’s such a relief to see your eyes open! I was terrified when you collapsed. What caused your heart attack?” Sadie’s voice trembled with emotion.

Laura had always been healthy, with no history of heart issues, making the attack even more baffling to Sadie.

With her other hand, Laura reached out to brush away Sadie’s tears. Her own eyes brimmed with tears, too.

“Sadie, have you been keeping secrets from me?” Laura whispered weakly.

Frozen by the question, Sadie responded, “What?”

Laura’s eyes searched Sadie’s, filled with deep concern.

“Have you been involved with another woman’s man?” Laura’s words were heavy with grief, and her tears flowed freely. “It’s my fault. I failed to keep you safe.”

Confusion clouded Sadie’s expression, and her anxiety mounted. “Grandma, why would you think that? Who has been filling your head with such lies?” Sadie’s voice rose in frustration.

Laura continued, “Someone delivered photos and a letter to my doorstep. They showed you being held by a man as you entered his car.”

Sadie gasped.

A man was holding her? Entering a car?

“And the letter accused you of stealing this woman’s husband,” Laura said with effort, each word seeming to drain her strength. “It warned that you must end it, or suffer the consequences.”

A chill crept down Sadie’s spine, leaving her momentarily speechless as she scrambled for the right words.

Laura’s eyes locked onto Sadie’s forehead, and her face paled with horror. “You’re injured? Did that person come after you to settle the score?”

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Her voice quivered, thick with fear and panic. “Sweetheart, listen—stay out of someone else’s marriage. You need to cut ties with that man immediately.”

With each word, Laura’s anxiety swelled, her breaths growing ragged as her chest rose and fell in frantic waves.

Sadie felt as though an invisible fist had clenched around her heart, squeezing until it became hard to breathe.

“Grandma, it’s not like that,” she said, her voice shaky despite her best efforts to steady it.

But Laura’s doubtful gaze didn’t waver, and Sadie exhaled deeply, the weight of misunderstanding pressing down on her. “Where are the photos?” she asked softly.

Laura pointed towards her clothes. “In my pocket.”

After she left the resuscitation room, a nurse had swapped her clothes for a sterile patient gown. The nurse had then placed her belongings in this ward.

Sadie stepped over to the clothes, her hands fumbling through the fabric until her fingertips brushed against something stiff and glossy.

She pulled out the photos.

There, frozen in glossy stillness, were images of her and Noah.

His arm was wrapped around her waist, shielding her in a way that felt far too intimate. The closeness between them was undeniable, almost tender.

Sadie’s breath caught in her throat.

She couldn’t even recall a moment when she’d been that close to Noah.

A bitter knot twisted in her chest, rising like bile.

How was she supposed to explain this to Laura?

If she confessed the truth—that the man in the photos was her husband—then when the inevitable divorce happened, it would only make the situation worse.

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