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

Chapter 905:

He stepped right up beside Sadie, a note of concern coloring his voice.

“Ms. Hudson, are you alright?”

Sadie offered a small nod in response.

Without missing a beat, Nathan signaled to a nearby waiter.

“Can’t you see Ms. Hudson’s dress is completely ruined? Hurry up and escort her upstairs to change!”noveldrama

His voice was sharp, filled with irritation.

The waiter responded with a quick, courteous nod and motioned politely to Sadie.

“Ms. Hudson, this way please. We have spare gowns and a lounge upstairs.”

Sadie didn’t speak. She simply turned and followed the waiter upstairs. A flicker of satisfaction gleamed in Briley’s eyes.

She straightened her posture, then turned toward Nathan, slipping on that familiar, well-rehearsed smile as she held out her hand.

“You must be Mr. Nathan Higgins, right?”

Her tone was sweet and overly familiar, every word laced with artificial charm.

“I’ve heard so much about you—tall, refined, and the perfect gentleman everyone talks about. Now that I’ve met you in person, I can see the hearsay is true. I’m Briley, the cousin of Sadie’s late husband.”

Nathan raised an eyebrow. He could tell right away that Briley had done it on purpose. But he had more important things to handle than confronting her. He flashed the signature smug grin of a pampered heir, took her outstretched fingers, and gave them a light, calculated shake.

“Miss Wall, what an honor to meet you.”

𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖙: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀ꞏⅽ𝗈𝗺

He acted as if he hadn’t known her identity before, adding a note of charm to his smile.

“Please, Miss Wall, this way. Let me walk you to the main table.” He pretended not to catch the meaning behind her words, not to see what had just happened.

When Briley saw his seemingly sensible reaction, some of her irritation began to fade. At least he understood the room.

She pulled her hand back calmly and tipped her chin up, letting him know he could go ahead. Nathan gestured for her to follow him. She, standing tall in her heels, followed him, carrying herself like royalty.

As they turned the corner, Nathan slipped a little. His foot shifted to the side, but then his heel came down—right on the train of Briley’s gown.

She lost her balance instantly. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she lurched forward. She hit the floor with a flat thud, her face scraping against the surface as the sting spread quickly. Shame settled deep in her chest. Gasps echoed across the room. A few people tried to stifle their laughter but failed.

The reporters didn’t miss a beat. Flashes popped like fireworks, snapping photos of her fall in perfect, painful clarity.

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