CHAPTER One Hundred and Twelve.
Mirabelle's POV.
The walls of our home have never felt so cold. Every corner of this house echoed with Noah's last words.
“Let's get a divorce, Mirabelle.”
Including the fact that he called my full name. That fact alone almost made me go mad.
I heard those words echoing on repeat in my head like a f*****g broken record.
No matter how much I tried, I couldn't stop replaying the pain etched on his face when he said it. He wasn't shouting, but his tone had carried a finality that left me hollow.
For seven days, we'd been playing this elaborate charade for the kids, Noah had moved into the guestroom the same night, we still smiled at breakfast, still shared mundane conversations about school runs and the kids activities. But it was all smoke and m
