The Breaking Point Anna stared at him, her world spinning. “You… you remember everything?” Her voice cracked, caught between disbelief and hope. Noah nodded slowly, stepping toward her. “The day we met. Our fights. Our late-night walks. The divorce papers. The pain in your eyes the night I walked out.” His voice trembled. “I remember it all now, Anna.” Her hands clutched the edge of the dresser for support. “Then you remember why I left?” “Yes,” he said. “I was cruel. Cold. I let other people speak into our marriage—Juliet, Isabella... even Dania. I shut you out. And then, when I needed you most after the accident, you were still there.” Anna shook her head, tears welling up. “I wasn’t there for love, Noah. I came back because I pitied you. Because you didn’t remember how much you hu

