Chapter 52

Mirabelle’s POV

The bouquet on my desk was obnoxiously large, it had both roses and lilies arranged. I didn’t bother to check the card to know who they were from, but I read it anyway.

“To my beautiful Mirabelle. I’m sorry. Please let me explain. Love, Noah.”

A sigh escaped me. Love. The word used to mean something. I could feel my fingers tighten around the card as my mind replayed the last few days. The picture of Noah with Natasha had branded itself in my memory, flaring up like a fire whenever I closed my eyes. He said it was innocent, that I had misunderstood, but how was I supposed to believe him? Even now, he was still working with her.

I shoved the card into the drawer and pushed the bouquet aside. I had half a mind to toss them in the trash, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. As I tried to go back to work, my thoughts kept wandering back to Noah.

Deep down, I wanted to forgive him. Part of me yearned for things to be as they once