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

Chapter 922:

Unshod and swaying, he padded forward and clung to Noah’s leg, resting his cheek against the fabric of his trousers, barely awake. Then, he tilted his head upward, his half-lidded eyes blinking slowly.

“Mr. Noel… Mom… can we all sleep together tonight?”

Sadie stiffened, her expression unreadable. Sharing a bed with Noah? That was unthinkable. She opened her mouth to protest.noveldrama

But Averi let out a deep yawn. His lower lip trembled, and his words carried a fragile sadness.

“All my friends at school say their moms and dads sleep with them at night,” he whimpered.

His soft, innocent voice tugged hard at Sadie’s heart, and a pang of guilt washed over her.

Averi had never known what it was like to have a father around. And she—always caught up in obligations—had barely given him the love and closeness he needed. Even the comfort of her presence during the night had become a rare privilege.

She knelt and pulled him close into her arms.

“Alright,” she whispered. “Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart.”

Noah remained a few steps away, observing the moment in silence, quietly impressed by Averi’s impeccable sense of timing.

This tiny ally of his had earned himself double dessert tomorrow—no arguments.

Sadie carried her son to the larger bedroom, with Noah trailing silently behind.

They each freshened up quickly. When they returned, Averi had already claimed the center of the mattress, fighting off sleep.

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Sadie settled on his left, while Noah naturally took the other side. The child lay nestled safely between them.

Exhausted after a long, draining day, Sadie succumbed to slumber in mere moments.

Noah turned to face them, an unfamiliar warmth blooming in his chest.

He reached over and gently pulled the covers up around them.

Only the quiet rhythm of breathing filled the space.

Eventually, he shut his eyes, surrendering to rest.

Meanwhile, Briley was having a hard time inside an interrogation room at the police station.

Her voice tore through the air, shrill and defiant.

“I’m from the Wall family! You honestly think I’d stoop to petty theft? This is absurd! The Higgins and Johnson families? Who do they think they are? Please—like I’d ever degrade myself by taking anything from them!”

Gone was the graceful persona adored by the media. In her place stood a furious whirlwind, shrieking with unbridled rage.

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