Chapter 112

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 fucking 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 mirrors. When they weren’t looking, we barely spoke a word to each other and when it was the nighttime, we pretended to go the same room when in reality, once we noticed that the children a