Chapter 92

Mirabelle’s POV

The bathroom mirror was fogged up, beads of water clinging to the surface as I stepped out, wrapping myself in a soft towel.

I sat at the dressing table, absently smoothing lotion onto my arms. My reflection stared back at me—tired eyes, pale skin, and lips pressed into a thin line.

Who is this woman?

A soft chime interrupted my thoughts. My phone lit up on the table, and I froze. A notification.

Reaching for it, I hesitated. The screen displayed Noah’s name and his message: “I’m on my way to the airport. I just saw the news.”

What the hell?

My hand tightened around the phone. Of all times, why now? I wasn’t ready to face him. He can’t find out yet—not until I gathered enough evidence to expose him. Not until I am able to make him pay for all the lies, all the deceit.

But can I truly do it?

Can I really put the father of my children behind bars?

My chest tightened at the thought. How would I explain i