Chapter 83

Chapter 83:

Noah brushed off the suggestion with a wave of his hand, his voice resolute. “That’s out of the question. Sadie’s heart has belonged to me for years. The idea of her turning to someone else is unthinkable.”

His conviction seemed unwavering, but a shadow of doubt flickered across his face.

However, Kyla’s calm demeanor masked the sharpness of her words as they pierced through his defenses. “But just yesterday, Sadie asked you to leave her hospital room and chose to keep Alex by her side. Earlier, you came with a present and she barely cracked a smile. But Alex? She welcomed him with open arms. Doesn’t that seem odd to you?”

Noah’s response stalled, caught in his throat. Kyla’s words struck a nerve, cutting deeper than he expected. Sadie’s disregard for him and her attention on Alex felt like salt in an open wound, stinging with every moment.

As the antiseptic seeped into his skin, it drained the wound of its color, turning it a bleak, ghostly pale. The wound looked excruciating, but he didn’t make a sound, as if pain was nothing to him. The pain in his heart outweighed the one on his body. He looked distant, trapped in his own thoughts.

In the days that followed, Noah’s visits to Sadie became more frequent, each one marked by increasingly lavish gifts. From dazzling designer jewelry to one-of-a-kind antique artworks, the tables in the ward were adorned with opulence.

One day, he arrived with a jade-carved statue of the Virgin Mary in his hands.

“Sadie, I got this to keep you safe and at ease,” Noah murmured tenderly, setting the statue down beside Sadie.

Sadie cast a brief, indifferent glance at the statue, her eyes clouded with unspoken thoughts, and remained silent.

“Don’t you like it?” Noah probed cautiously, his eyes searching her face for any sign of affection.

She lowered her gaze, her voice steady but distant as she responded, “Thank you.”

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A heavy weight settled in Noah’s chest. It was clear to him that Sadie was marking a boundary between them. The increasing feeling of detachment ate away at him, leaving him uneasy.

“Sadie, we need to talk,” Noah said, sitting close to her on the bed, desperate to close the emotional distance that had formed.

Sadie recoiled subtly, her body tensing as she sidestepped Noah’s reaching hand.

“There’s nothing left to discuss,” she stated flatly, her voice icy and detached, as if speaking to a distant acquaintance rather than her husband.

Noah’s features twisted, his brow furrowing deeply.

“Sadie, are you still blaming me? About that day…”

“That day?” Sadie cut in sharply, her tone laced with biting sarcasm. “The day you abandoned me to fend for myself, while I was barely clinging to life?”

Noah was speechless, his mouth agape. He had no comeback; her words struck a nerve.

With a heavy sigh, Sadie shut her eyes and inhaled deeply, gathering her composure. When she reopened them, a new clarity and determination shone through.

“Noah, I want a divorce,” she declared softly, her voice low yet carrying an undeniable ring of finality.

Noah was taken aback, the word “divorce” reverberating in his mind like a sudden clap of thunder. He was utterly unprepared for her resolute declaration.

“Sadie, you…”

“I’m beyond exhausted,” Sadie interjected, her voice tinged with fatigue. “I can’t keep living like this.”

Noah had more to say, his words poised on the brink of spilling out, but Sadie turned her back to him, her gaze defiantly averted. It was clear she had made her decision.

In the subsequent days, Noah’s presence remained steadfast. He visited her every day, each time with a new gift. Sadie no longer pushed his gifts aside in rejection. Instead, she collected them, listing each item on a popular online second-hand marketplace, selling them off one by one.

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