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

Chapter 1048:

Everything felt old, yet cared for. This was a place that had been lived in, a place that had been loved.

At last, his gaze stopped at a cabinet against the living room wall.

On top stood a simple altar.

In front of the altar sat a black-and-white photo of an elderly woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile.

It was Laura.

Noah’s eyes lingered on the picture.

He remembered her. She was Sadie’s grandmother. He had met her three years ago.

Sadie, unaware of the quiet tension between the two men, kept her attention on the urns in her arms and the altar before her.

She gently slipped her arm free from Alex’s grip and walked toward the altar.noveldrama

Standing there, she moved slowly and carefully. With both hands, she placed the urns beside her grandmother’s photo.

Then she lifted her gaze to the familiar face in the frame. The tears she had been holding back finally fell, blurring her sight.

“Grandma…” Her voice cracked, thick with emotion. “I brought Mom and Dad home.”

Each word came out soft, uneven, as if speaking them drained her. “They missed you… so much.”

The room stayed still, except for her quiet sobs. The weight of seventeen years pressed down, heavy with loss and reunion.

Alex stepped back, watching her tremble, his chest tightening with sadness.

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Now he understood. The urns— they were her parents. This was why she had come back here tonight.

He wanted to comfort her, but nothing he could say felt right. No gesture seemed enough.

Noah stood still. His face stayed hidden behind the mask.

His gaze rested on Sadie, on her tears, on the urns. A heaviness pressed against his chest, solid and unrelenting.

Her parents had come home to her like this—after all those years. He could feel the sorrow inside her. But beneath the grief, he saw the quiet strength she refused to let fade.

Sadie always amazed him. Her strength and her vulnerability were tangled together in a way that left a deep, aching pain inside him.

Alex’s gaze shifted to Noah, whose mask couldn’t hide the subtle darkening of his eyes. He pivoted toward Sadie, his voice mellowing instinctively. “Sadie, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? Perhaps I could treat you to dinner?” Weariness had settled deep in Sadie’s bones as she prepared to refuse the offer, but Noah cut in before she could speak.

“Mr. Howe,” he drawled with icy contempt, “barging into someone’s home unannounced at this hour crosses a line, wouldn’t you agree? And frankly, Sadie’s personal affairs are none of your business.”

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