Chapter 65

Chapter 65:

But lying wasn’t any easier.

Sadie clutched the photos tighter, her mind racing for an answer.

After a shaky inhale, she forced a smile and walked back to Laura. “The man in the photos is my boss, Noah Wall,” she said, trying to sound casual. “He’s still single.”

Every word that slipped from Sadie’s lips was the truth.

Her marriage to Noah was a well-kept secret, buried so deeply that no online search could unearth their marital records.

But Laura’s skeptical gaze lingered, her clouded eyes narrowing with concern. “I hope you’re not lying to me.”

Without missing a beat, Sadie pulled out her phone and began typing, searching for proof right then and there.

The loading icon spun in circles before the results popped up. Noah’s public profile stared back at them, his marital status boldly stamped: Single.

Sadie shrugged, forcing an easy tone. “See? There’s no truth to that rumor about me interfering in someone else’s marriage.”

Laura’s frown deepened, her thoughts clearly racing. “So someone’s out to smear your name.”

Sadie gave a tight nod, a sharp glint flickering in her eyes. “You said there was a letter with the photos? Did you keep it? Maybe we can trace the handwriting and figure out who’s behind this.”

Laura froze for a moment, then let out a frustrated sigh and patted her head. “I tore up the letter and tossed it in the trash.”

Sadie reached for Laura’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay. No one else has been home, right? The letter should still be there. I’ll head back later and dig it out.”

They talked for a little while longer, with Sadie making sure Laura’s nerves had settled before finally getting up to leave.

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But as she approached the door, she nearly collided with a slender figure—Kyla.

Sadie hadn’t planned on giving Kyla a second glance, but Kyla’s panicked, guilty expression made her stop in her tracks. “What are you doing here?”

Kyla’s eyes darted away, her words tumbling out in a stammer. “Well, um… my… my heart’s been acting up. I came for a check-up.”

Then, as if a switch had flipped, Kyla’s tone turned defensive, her eyes narrowing. “But what’s it to you, anyway?”

Kyla turned around and stormed off, her footsteps echoing hastily down the corridor.

Sadie stood there, watching her retreat, her brows knitting together as a profound unease settled heavily in her chest.

There was something about Kyla’s panicked gaze and her fumbled, half-hearted excuse that felt like sharp thorns digging into Sadie’s thoughts.

Determined, Sadie sought out Jim to arrange her discharge, eager to rush to Laura’s apartment and find that letter.

However, Jim firmly objected. “You’re pregnant, and you were really shaken up yesterday. It’s crucial that you rest to maintain your pregnancy’s stability. Wandering about is the last thing you should be doing now.”

But Sadie was resolute. “There’s something pressing that I need to attend to immediately. As for the baby, I have a strong feeling—they’re just fine.”

Despite his reservations, Jim could not sway her; eventually, he gave in.

On her way out of Jim’s office, Sadie unexpectedly encountered Kyla again.

Their paths crossing so frequently seemed almost orchestrated.

Had she not known of Kyla’s heart condition and her urgent need for medical attention, Sadie might have suspected Kyla of snooping on her conversations.

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