?Chapter 80:


    “What are you doing here?” Sadie’s voice cut through the tension, her tone cool and detached.


    “Oh, so I’m not supposed to be here?” Noah shot back, irritationcing his words. “Or is it just that you’d rather see Alex? Sadie, let me remind you—you’re still my wife!” His voice, though steady, betrayed a flicker of vulnerability.


    A tremor of emotion fluttered through Sadie’s heart.


    She remembered Alex’s gentle words from the previous night, “You deserve that much.”


    Alex’s voice carried a warmth that stood in sharp contrast to Noah’s cold indifference, wrapping around her like aforting embrace.


    Yet, she dared not let her guard down.


    Dodging the brewing storm of their confrontation, Sadie steered the conversation. “When will you sign the divorce agreement?” she asked, her voice a mix of resolve and weariness.


    Noah was at a loss for words, hisplex gaze locking onto hers.


    His eyes, deep and tumultuous, seemed to churn with a storm of unsaid words, but he swiftly quelled the rising emotions.


    With a deliberate clearing of his throat to mask his unease, he slid a small box across the bedside table toward her. “Open it and see.”


    Sadie didn’t care what Noah was up to—she just wanted him gone, the sooner, the better. So, she yed along and opened the box. Inside, nestled among the soft fabric,y a set of gleaming pink car keys for a Mercedes. They caught the sunlight and twinkled mesmerizingly.


    “You’re giving me a car?” she inquired, her voice steady and devoid of any real shock.


    Noah gazed at her, his lips slightly parted in anticipation. “Do you like it?” A subtle tremor of nervousness lingered in his voice, almost imperceptible.


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    Before Sadie could muster a reply, the door to the hospital room burst open. K strode in with effortless grace, her white dress flowing, a serene smile on her face.


    “Sadie, Noah took me along to pick this for you. It’s pink—absolutely your color.”


    Her voice carried a tinge of pride, bordering on arrogance.


    At those words, Sadie’s grip on the box tightened momentarily, irritation shing across her face before she forced herself to rx. With a swift motion, she snapped the box shut and extended it back toward Noah. “Take it back,” she demanded calmly.


    Noah’s expression morphed into one of confusion. “You don’t like it?” His eyebrows knitted together, surprise evident in his voice.


    Before Sadie could respond, K inserted herself into the conversation, her tone overly sweet. “Sadie, you really should ept this. It’s Noah’s gift to you, and if you don’t, he’ll always feel guilty.”


    Guilty?


    Sadie’s mind raced to the reason why. It was because when, battered from her ident, she had called for help, and Noah had hung up on her. What made it worse was his decision to bring K here now, unting their bond as if to spite her.


    As these thoughts swirled in her head, Sadie fixed K with a sardonic smile and said with deliberate nonchnce, “Do you like it? I certainly don’t care for it anymore, so you might as well have it.”


    Her words carried a hidden edge, hinting not just at the car, but at Noah as well.


    K’s face flushed with a mix of surprise and embarrassment. She was clearly stung by the implication that she was merely taking Sadie’s unwanted things. She bit her lip in visible distress and tugged at Noah’s sleeve, her eyes pleading. “Noah, did you hear what she said?”


    Noah, catching the undercurrents of Sadie’s disdain, bristled with indignation. “Is it that you don’t like this car, or just the one I chose for you?”


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