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

Chapter 924:

“Uncover the truth and clear my reputation.”

Her replies flowed smoothly, calculated and airtight. She was fully prepared for questions about the theft.

To her astonishment, the first reporter who approached, holding out a recorder, posed a question she hadn’t anticipated in the slightest.

“Miss Wall, there are allegations claiming you avoided every risky scene by relying solely on body doubles. Some even accuse you of attacking members of the production team. Are they true?”

Briley’s grin faltered. She blinked, unsure if she’d heard correctly.

What on earth did that have to do with the investigation?

The media wasted no time pressing in.

“Can you confirm or deny the accusations, Miss Wall?”

“It’s said you behaved like royalty—arriving whenever you pleased and vanishing just as quickly.”

“Did you physically harm anyone during the shoot? What’s your response?”

A hot wave of fury shot through Briley, her cheeks burning bright red.

“Absolute garbage! None of it is true—it’s pure character assassination!”

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, bathing the room in a warm golden light.

Sadie’s eyes fluttered open as the haze of sleep lifted.

Beside her, one figure stretched tall and another small, both sleeping deeply with rhythmic breaths.

𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙩 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩶ⅽ𝗈𝗺noveldrama

Noah’s usually sharp features had softened into serenity in his sleep.

Averi, curled up like a small cocoon, his lips forming a gentle pout, wore an expression of such innocence that it coaxed a smile from Sadie.

The events of the previous day seemed almost like a dream.

She gently peeled back the blanket and eased out of bed, careful not to disturb Noah or Averi.

Then, suddenly, there was a knock at the door—firm and rhythmic.

Sadie paused briefly, then stepped silently onto the carpet, barefoot. She crossed the room and peered through the peephole.

It was Tina.

Opening the door, she noticed Tina avoiding eye contact.

Tina held a key card, her voice a whisper.

“Good morning, Sadie. They’ve fixed your room’s lock.”

Sadie accepted the key card with a nod, her face unreadable.

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