Noah’s POV
Walking on the streets of Paris, I just feel so much rage running inside me that I want to just punch straight on the face of my dear friend who is not even mature enough to understand that repeating his doings won’t help him. He is only going to lose her again and might be this time of not even having a clue of finding her anymore.
“You don’t f*****g need to tell me what should I do. I know how to handle a woman, you don’t need to worry about her. I very well know what to do with my wife and how to…” He says making me forced to interrupt him as the word he used is not at all valid.
“Wife… really?” I question pausing before even he can say anything stupid further. “Are you sure she is your wife…still? Because when she was with you hoping for at least humanity from you not eve
