Chapter 75

Chapter 75:

His formidable presence loomed over Alex, his eyes piercing with an unyielding intensity.

“Sadie is my wife,” he yelled, his voice a blend of command and raw emotion. “Keep your hands off her!”

Unfazed, Alex held his ground, his retort sharp and biting. “Is that your definition of a husband? Because last I checked, Sadie was—” He stopped short, his voice choked with a mix of sorrow and anger clouded Alex’s face. Regaining his composure, he said, “Listen, Noah, if you’re not going to look out for her, stay the hell out of her way. You don’t deserve her!”

Every word struck deep, making it harder for Noah to keep himself together. The anger building inside him erupted, shattering his once calm exterior.

With a roar, Noah threw a punch at Alex. “And you think you deserve her? Dream on, Alex. You really think you can take her from me? Go ahead and try—I’ll rip you apart!”

Jealousy and rage roiled within Noah, untamed and ferocious, threatening to consume him entirely.

Alex, taken aback, barely had time to brace himself before the punch landed. His head whipped to the side, and a thin line of blood traced down from the corner of his mouth.

Calmly, Alex wiped the blood away, his gaze steady and unflinching, a silent promise of retaliation gleaming in his eyes.

Sadie, her heart pounding with shock at the sudden violence, stepped in hurriedly. Her voice, though firm, trembled slightly as she said, “Noah, stop it right now!”

Noah, however, seemed unfazed by her plea. He turned to face her, his smile cold and mocking. “What? Scared for your lover?” he sneered.

“What bullshit are you even saying?” Sadie snapped back, disbelief filling her. She couldn’t believe the once-dignified man she knew could descend into such pettiness.

Seizing the moment, Alex grabbed Noah’s collar and pulled him close. “If you have a problem, take it up with me. Leave Sadie out of this,” he hissed, venom seeping through his clenched teeth. This only served to stoke the fires of Noah’s fury further.

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The air between the two men crackled, charged with hostility, their stares locked in a ferocious battle of wills.

Amidst the escalating tension, Sadie felt a crushing wave of helplessness wash over her. Her voice, weary yet resolute, broke through the standoff. “I was in a car accident, and Alex saved my life. He’s my savior.”

Then, bitterness flared within her as she recalled Noah’s callous indifference during her time of crisis.

With a surge of emotion, her voice rose in volume, her words sharp with bitterness. “You can’t even appreciate what Alex did for me, and here you are, throwing punches as if you wish he hadn’t saved me! Noah, is that what you think? That I should have died instead?”

Sadie’s words were laced with an agonizing sorrow, each syllable cutting through Noah’s heart.

Noah stood motionless, stunned. His grip on reality seemed to loosen, just as his grip on Alex did. He let go, turning to face Sadie, emotions swirling in his eyes. He felt an urgent need to explain himself. “That’s not what I meant. The moment I heard about your accident, I—”

But Sadie sharply interrupted him, her voice thick with biting sarcasm. “So I should be grateful?”

Her eyes squeezed shut, as if trying to block out the painful memories that came rushing back. She recalled her desperate call for help during the car accident, amplifying the pain that still lingered.

Drawing a shaky breath, Sadie opened her eyes and fixed them on Noah, her voice quivering with a mix of grief and resentment. “Right after my accident, I reached out to you first. I begged for your help, for you to save me. And how did you respond?” Her words were like a cold gust, chilling the space between them. “You accused me of disturbing your precious time with Kyla.” The hurt in her voice was clear, and she paused, struggling to regain her composure.

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