Chapter 114

Noah’s POV

The divorce papers lay untouched on my desk, their crisp white edges mocking me every time I looked at them. Three weeks had passed since I told Mira I would send them, and yet, here they were, unsigned, unwritten and unstarted.

Everytime I picked up my phone to call my lawyer, my hand froze. The mere thought of not being with Mira crippled me.

How could I even begin to draft the end of something that had defined my life for the past five years. How could I put it into words that I was willing to let her go, knowing fully well that I wasn’t.

The hurt she’d caused ran deep, cutting through me like a shard of broken glass. The image of her lips on Ken’s still plagued my mind, a fostering wound I couldn’t heal. But everytime I tried to convince myself that I deserved better, that I should walk away, her face invaded my thoughts. Her laughter, her stubborness, the way she scrunched her nose when she was in deep thought- all of it was embedded in