CHAPTER 111.
Mirabelle's POV.
The room was tense, each second felt like a year as I sat there, staring at Noah's bloodshot eyes. He looked hurt, exhausted, and furious all at once.
I honestly didn't know where to start the apology from.
“Answer me Mira.” he repeated, his voice now eerily calm. That calmness frightened me more than the shouting had. “Am I not supposed to be your husband? The one person you trust enough to talk to?”
“You are, Noah.” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I was scared, I didn't want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” He laughed bitterly, running his hands through his hair. “That's an understatement and we both know that. You didn't want to hurt me, yet you kissed the one person that has sabotaged me my whole life, that I've spent my whole life despising. That hur
