Mirabelle’s POV:
Sitting at my desk, I tried to focus on the document in front of me, but the words blurred, and I found myself staring blankly at the screen.
Noah’s voice still echoed in my mind from this morning, his promises sounding sincere, yet his sudden trip left me uneasy.
I had accepted his reassurances, or at least I had tried. When we had resolved our issues, I had wanted to believe him—believe in us—but now I couldn’t shake the doubts that crept into my thoughts.
Why did it have to be so soon? Why did this business trip with Natasha have to be moved up? I was tired of doubting, tired of feeling like I was on the outside of my own marriage, but the timing felt too inconvenient.
Natasha’s name hung in my mind like a dark cloud. The woman always seemed to be right there, j
