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

Chapter 902:noveldrama

“Argh!” he groaned, wincing as he scrambled upright, cheeks flushed with humiliation.

Rodger’s blood boiled at the sight of his son lounging carelessly during such an important occasion. His elder child was getting married—this was meant to be a joyous day—and here Nathan was, playing with his phone in the shadows.

“You little menace! Didn’t you notice Ms. Hudson just stepped in?”

Still rubbing his rear, Nathan gave an indifferent shrug.

“I’m not the one getting married. Why should I waste time standing around?”

Rodger clenched his fists, his pulse hammering in his temples. He resisted the urge to lash out physically again. This boy never made his life easy. But with Sadie nearby, he forced himself to rein it in.

Now wasn’t the time to make a scene.

Rodger’s tone dropped into something sharp and commanding. “Ms. Hudson holds special status today. Show her proper courtesy. Cross a line, and you’ll regret it.”

He decided it was wiser to let Nathan accompany Sadie than to let him linger here as an eyesore.

Orders given, he switched personas with ease, flashing a warm grin as he faced Sadie. “Ms. Hudson, please step in and explore. I still have guests to greet, so I’ll leave you for now.”

Sadie’s face remained unreadable. “Certainly, Mr. Higgins. Please, go ahead.”

Rodger acknowledged her with a pleasant nod and melted into the crowd.

Once he was out of sight, Sadie glanced toward Nathan, who was still wincing and rubbing his lower back. His expression said it all—everything was in motion.

He caught her eye, and the usual smirk vanished. Leaning in close, he murmured, “Don’t worry, Ms. Hudson. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. Things are about to get… interesting.”

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Nathan looked thrilled at the chaos brewing beneath the surface—finally, there was a chance to channel his simmering frustration.

Sadie gave a tiny nod. Just this once, she’d trust him.

“Lead the way.”

Nathan inclined his head and swept an arm to the side, silently beckoning her forward.

Sadie approached the grand hall, though a strange tension clung to her. It was as if invisible eyes tracked her every movement, an unseen presence gnawing at her nerves.

Just outside the building, Rodger stood in animated conversation with a handful of suited men, laughter bubbling amid the casual chatter. Suddenly, a deafening engine roar sliced through the calm like a blade. A garishly painted Lamborghini—bright violet, impossible to miss—screeched past the staff, shattered through the checkpoint, and boldly tore across the meticulously arranged floral carpet.

The spectacle silenced the crowd in an instant. Rodger’s grin froze.

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