Chapter 69

Mirabelle’s POV

The days slipped by faster than I expected, and before I knew it, the night before Noah’s trip to Shanghai had arrived.

We were in our bedroom, and he was packing his bags, folding shirts, and arranging everything in a kind of way that always made me smile. I watched him from the edge of the bed, my thoughts racing.

I kept telling myself to stay strong, repeating it like a chant—Nothing is going to happen. Noah is nothing like him. Noah is not like Ken. Noah is mine and would never hurt me.

Yet, despite the reassurance, there was a subtle voice in my head trying to remind me that Noah and Ken both came from the same sperm.

There was a part of me that wanted to cling to him, to demand that he stayed and not leave me behind, but I knew better. I wouldn’t let those insecurities rule me.

“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” I asked. I hated how fragile I sounded, how small I felt just sitting there and watching him prepare to l