Noah's POV:
I leaned back in my chair, my fingers frozen over the keyboard, unable to type another word.
Mirabelle’s words still echoed in my mind. “Maybe this marriage was never real to you in the first place.”
The accusation hit me harder than I wanted to admit, and the more I thought about it, the tighter my chest felt.
I tried to focus, staring blankly at the spreadsheet on my laptop. But the numbers blurred.
My mind slowly drifted to the past. It was two years ago, just after we had taken the kids to the park. Tyler had fallen off his bike, scraping his knee, and he was crying so hard that his face was bright red.
I had rushed over, panicking, but before I could reach him, Mirabelle was already there, pulling him into her arms, wiping his tears with soft whispers. She kissed
