CHAPTER 101.
Noah's POV.
The evening sky outside my office window was painted in hues of orange and pink, yet I found no comfort in its beauty. Shanghai’s vibrant and alive skyline felt more like a glided cage. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the phone. My fingers hitched to call her again. But I hesitated.
I've left over a hundred missed calls the last few days, and she never willingly calls me back. I only see my wife's face when we speak to our children.
Lately, every conversation with Mira had felt strained. Her words were curt, her tone distant. I'd replayed our last exchange countless times, dissecting every word, every pause and sigh.
“Don't pretend you don't know what you did.” She said when we talked last.
But I can't find anything in my brain that warranted the
