Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 1047:

So many of her memories belonged here.

Bringing her parents’ ashes back felt like closing a circle.

She wasn’t sure what would come next. But for now, this was where they belonged.

When they reached the fifth floor, she stopped at Apartment 501. She drew a deep breath and reached for her key. But the door was already slightly open.

A wave of unease rushed through her. She was sure she had locked it before she left the last time. Who had been here?

A flicker of doubt crossed her mind. How could the door be open?

She pushed the door and walked inside.

Noah followed close behind.

The soft glow of a yellow lamp filled the room.

A figure stood in the living room, facing the wall, studying an old painting.

It was Alex. He turned around at the sound.

When he saw Sadie, surprise flashed in his eyes. Then a warm smile took its place.

“Sadie?” His voice carried an open joy. “You’re back.” His gaze softened, gentle like early spring sunlight.

But then his eyes landed on the two small urns in her arms, and his smile faded a little.

“I came to see Laura,” he said, his tone honest. “I thought she might feel lonely here, so I wanted to sit with her for a while.” Sadie had returned. And she was holding… what was that?

Alex’s eyes moved from the urns to Noah standing behind her.noveldrama

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The man was tall, dressed in a black suit that matched Sadie’s outfit. His face was mostly hidden by a mask.

But even with the mask, the familiar shape, the steady presence—Alex knew exactly who it was.

His smile disappeared; a hard look settled on his face. His brows pulled tight.

Why was this man here? Why now, in a place that meant so much to Sadie?

Without thinking, Alex stepped forward. He grabbed Sadie’s arm and pulled her close.

Noah’s gaze darkened. A cold glint flashed in his eyes. He stared at Alex’s hand gripping Sadie, his irritation growing.

Alex always showed up where he wasn’t wanted.

Alex ignored the thick tension between them. He held Noah’s gaze with quiet determination.

“Mr. Noel,” Alex said, stressing the name, leaving no warmth in his words. “This is Sadie’s home. Our home. You’re not welcome here. Please leave.”

Noah stayed silent. He didn’t even look at Alex.

His eyes swept calmly across the apartment, taking in the worn but welcoming furniture.

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