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    With a small nod, Samuel responded in a calm, respectful tone, “Understood, Mr. Wall.”


    Meanwhile, Sadie dragged herself through her front door, her body heavy with exhaustion.


    She copsed onto the sofa, rummaging through her bag for her phone. The bright screen red to life, causing her to squint against the harsh light.


    Her attention was quickly captured by K’stest Instagram post—a ck Bentley parked under the soft glow of streetlights, its license te familiar, stabbing at her heart with a sharp pang of recognition. In the photo, K was the picture of contentment, her makeup impable and her smile gentle, as she yfully shed a peace sign at the camera.


    The caption beneath the photo struck even deeper.


    “I told him it waste, and next thing I knew, he was driving across the city to get me.”


    Those words sliced through Sadie’s heart with cruel precision.


    Indeed, Noah had chosen to be with K.


    A wave of nausea overwhelmed her as her vision blurred and her stomach twisted violently.


    mping a hand over her mouth, Sadie stumbled to the bathroom, her other hand bracing against the wall as she lurched forward, sumbing to her sickness and retching miserably into the toilet.


    But no matter how hard Sadie gagged, only the bitter taste filled her mouth.


    Overwhelmed, she slumped against the wall, sliding helplessly to the floor as tears cascaded down her cheeks.


    Her heart was shattered, each shard throbbing with a deep, relentless pain.


    She had braced herself for the divorce, believing she was prepared. Yet, the instant she glimpsed K’stest post, the harsh reality hit her—she hadpletely overestimated her tolerance.


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    On the ring phone screen, K’s smug expression seemed to mock her, taunting her frailty and her misced confidence.


    Sadie’s fingers whitened around her phone, her grip tightening with resolve.


    She couldn’t stomach another second with that scumbag.


    A divorce was the only way to rid herself of his bullshit.


    This conviction swelled within her, filling every corner of her mind, leaving no room for rest.


    That night, sleep eluded her entirely.


    The next morning, Sadie dragged herself out of bed, the toll of the night evident in the dark circles branding her under-eyes.


    Her reflection in the mirror was ashen, the very image of exhaustion. She reached for her makeup bag, attempting to mask the signs of her sleepless night withyers of foundation.


    Yet, no amount of cosmetics could veil the profound exhaustion and despair that had seeped into her very bones.


    That insufferable post from K was all it took—Sadie’sst bit of restraint snapped like a brittle thread.


    It dawned on her with painful rity that some things were simply beyond redemption, no matter how fervently she wished otherwise.


    Drawing in a steadying breath, Sadie ced thepact on the table with a soft click.


    Divorce was her only option now.


    It was time to forge a new path—for her own sake and for the unborn child she nurtured within her.


    As she walked into the office, Sadie’s day took an immediate downturn as she stumbled upon K.


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