Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 565

Chapter 565 Is Everything Ready

Rodger’s face glowed with pride, his joy radiating from every line on his face.

At last, his firstborn–the one he held in highest esteem–was tying the knot. A long–awaited relief settled in

his chest.

Sadie offered a courteous nod.

“Mr. Higgins, you’re remarkably kind in your expression.”

Her tone remained cool, detached, indicating she was intent on keeping things strictly professional.

Rodger’s eyes wandered until they locked onto someone hunched at the back, clearly uninterested and scrolling endlessly on his device.

It was Nathan.

Rodger’s cheerful expression vanished, and his mood soured instantly.

That layabout!

With brisk, deliberate steps, he stormed over and struck the base of Nathan’s chair with a solid kick.

Nathan had been so fixated on his screen that he didn’t notice the sudden jolt–his seat kicked away, his legs flailed and he crashed to the floor, landing squarely on his tailbone.

“Argh!” he groaned, wincing as he scrambled upright, cheeks flushed with humiliation.

Rodger’s blood boiled at the sight of his son lounging carelessly during such an important occasion.

His elder child was getting married–this was meant to be a joyous day–and here Nathan was, playing with his phone in the shadows.

“You little menace! Didn’t you notice Ms. Hudson just stepped in?”

Still rubbing his rear, Nathan gave an indifferent shrug.

“I’m not the one getting married. Why should I waste time standing around?”

Rodger clenched his fists, his pulse hammering in his temples. He resisted the urge to lash out physically again.

This boy never made his life easy.

But with Sadie nearby, he forced himself to rein it in.

Now wasn’t the time to make a scene.

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Rodger’s tone dropped into something sharp and commanding. “Ms. Hudson holds special status tonight. Show her proper courtesy. Cross a line, and you’ll regret it.”

He thought it wiser to let Nathan accompany Sadie than let him linger here as an eyesore.

Orders given, he switched personas with ease, flashing a warm grin as he faced Sadie. “Ms. Hudson, do step in and explore. I still have guests to greet, so I’ll leave you for now.”

Sadie’s face remained unreadable. “Certainly, Mr. Higgins. Please, go ahead.”

Rodger acknowledged her with a pleasant nod and melted into the crowd.

Once he was out of sight, Sadie glanced toward Nathan, who was still wincing and rubbing his lower back.

His expression said it all–everything was in motion.

He caught her eye, and the usual smirk vanished.

Leaning in close, he murmured, “Don’t worry, Ms. Hudson. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. Things

are about to get…interesting.”

Nathan looked thrilled at the chaos brewing beneath the surface–finally, there was a chance to channel his simmering frustration.

Sadie gave a tiny nod. Just this once, she’d trust him.

“Lead the way.”

Nathan inclined his head and swept an arm to the side, silently beckoning her forward.

Sadie approached the grand hall, though a strange tension clung to her.

It was as if invisible eyes clung to her every movement, an unseen presence gnawing at her nerves.

Just outside the building, Rodger stood in animated conversation with a handful of suited men, laughter bubbling amid the casual chatter.

Suddenly, a deafening engine roar sliced through the calm like a blade.

A garishly painted Lamborghini–bright violet, impossible to miss–screeched past the staff, shattered through the checkpoint, and boldly tore across the meticulously arranged floral carpet.

The spectacle silenced the crowd in an instant.

Rodger’s grin froze.

Who would dare create such a scene on the day of his son’s wedding?

He bristled, ready to lash out, when the Lamborghini’s winged door lifted skyward. Out stepped a leg, draped in couture only the ultra–wealthy could touch.

It was a woman, her face immaculately painted, eyes hidden behind massive designer lenses. Her posture

radiated defiance and theatrical flair.

It was Briley.

Every reporter whipped around, lenses zooming in, camera flashes firing in rapid bursts.

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