Brie POV
Two things came to my head at once. My husband is awake, and he is divorcing me.
“It does not make sense,” I said to Mr. Langley who looked so much like he wanted the ground he stood on to swallow him. His body language screamed of guilt and pity.
I can’t stand it anymore.
There had to be a misunderstanding somewhere, and the only person who could clarify and explain the questions in my head was my husband, who, I believed, was still lying in the ICU bed.
Immediately, I asked one of the company drivers to get a car ready for me, but no one was moving. It looks like everyone knew about Noah’s decision to divorce me except me.
I could not help feeling bitter, seeing how these same people who used to bow down in my presence suddenly turned cold and uncaring. How have the tides quickly turned?
I pivoted on my heels and started walking back to the hospital. But before I could do that, Uncle Matt called me.
When I turned around to inquire, I was shocked when he upended a box and let its contents drop to the floor. Anger rose inside me when I noticed those were my office things he was throwing. My favorite pens, my mug – one of the couple’s mugs I bought for Noah and me, several notepads, and my framed wedding picture, which previously sat proudly on my desk.
I dropped to my knees to collect them, glaring at Uncle Matt’s smirking face.
Mr. Langley took the box Uncle Noah threw to the side and handed it to me so I could put my things into it. The mug was in disrepair, as was the glass on the frame. Still, I took everything with me.
I thanked him and walked away.
With the box in my arms, I half-run to the hospital and went straight to my husband.
“He was transferred to the ward.” The ICU nurse told me, unaware of my inner turmoil.
Noah Hunter was awake from a coma, and the first thing he did was to divorce me.
Even so, I could not help saying a little prayer in my head for this bit of good news.
Hurriedly, I left the box I was clutching in my arms at the nurse station and proceeded to my husband’s room. My heart thudded in my chest.
A small gasp escaped my lips when I saw him standing by the window. I almost cried at this miracle. How I despaired in the past few weeks when Noah’s condition did not show any improvements.
I drank on the sight of his back.
“Noah,” I called to get his attention.
“I knew you would come.” He told me, still refusing to look my way.
A sudden yearning invaded my senses. I wanted to see his face.
I tried advancing to the room, but my feet would not carry me. I suddenly find it hard to step forward.
“I believe you have our divorce papers?” He asked while his back was to me.
His position denied me a glimpse of his face.
“Why?” I asked in a hoarse voice.
There were a few moments of impenetrable silence between us until Noah broke it.
“Simple. My parents are dead. I no longer have to endure keeping you around. You must know that I did not marry you for love.”
The ruthless words were so not the Noah I know. It was like he was a different person now.
My chest tightened.
“Noah.” I said, trying to make an appeal.
“My parents insisted I marry you after they found you in my bed.” He reminded.
Yes, I knew it had always been his parents' idea for Noah to marry me. They had been open about it since they took me from the orphanage.
They groomed me to be his perfect little wife.
I have no complaints. I loved Noah the first time I saw him.
But Noah does not share my feelings. He opposed the idea. He left home and did not return for years.
I also knew he loved someone else while he was away.
He had someone he wanted to marry but later called off the engagement. I was not privy to the reason. Back then, Noah returned a changed man, I was so sure love changed him drastically.
It took him a while before he came around and accepted me. We became lovers secretly until the morning when his parents found out about the affair.
Noah married me.
I thought it was because his feelings had changed. In our three years of marriage, I never had an inkling that he was faking it.
“I thought you wanted me, too? That you liked me as much as I liked you?”
“Have I ever told you that?” He countered, that shut me up.
Not once in the three years we were together did Noah tell me that he likes me.
My silence was broken by Noah’s sarcastic laugh. What he said next sealed our fates.
“I am pretending to be happy for my parents’ sake. Now that they are no longer with us, I could not keep the pretense anymore. I want you gone. From this day forward, we do not have any connection with each other.”
“I don’t love you. I can never love someone like you.”
I bit my lip when a whimper started to break out.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked.
“Never been surer.” He replied with a hint of arrogance in his voice.
The room became silent after that. I did not speak because I wanted to give Noah a chance to change his mind, while at the same time, I debated with myself on whether to tell him about the baby.
In the end, I did nothing and just nodded and accepted what he wanted.
“Okay,” I said.
There was a knock on the door, and Mr. Langley’s worried face showed.
“You asked for me, Mr. Hunter?” He asked Noah before nodding at me.
“Give Briana the divorce agreement so she can sign.” He told her without looking back at us.
I took the paper.
“Where do I sign?” I asked Mr. Langley in a voice that surprised even me. It was strong and steady even when my world was crashing down on me.
Mr. Langley pointed at the space where he needed my signature and handed a pen to me.
I took it, walked to the retractable table on Noah’s bed to lay down the paper, and signed my name in bold letters. BRIANA JOHNSON.
Staring at my signature, one fact glared back at me. It is a reality that I have to face from now on. I am no longer Mrs. Hunter.
Brie POVAfter signing my name on the divorce agreement, I walked out of Noah’s room as if the devil was after me. There was something about the air in Noah’s hospital room that had me suddenly feeling suffocated. “Mrs. Hunter, are you alright?” One of the nurses asked when she saw me pressing my palm to the wall for support, breathing heavily. The nurse walked up to me and held my arm. “You looked pale. Do you want me to get the doctor?” She asked, sounding concerned. I shook my head. It was then that I realized I had been crying. “I am alright. Thank you.” I told the kind-hearted nurse and hurriedly wiped at my tear-stained cheeks. I winced, feeling a sudden overpowering sense of nausea.“I have to go,” I told her. “Your box.” She reminded. I looked at the box in repugnance and shook my head, my chest constricting in pain. That box represents painful memories of today. I cannot take it. “Can I leave it here? You can throw it away for me.” I said.The elderly nurse looked a
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Brie POVTwo days later, I was discharged from the hospital.I could have left the hospital that day when I met my brothers for the first time, but my brothers insisted I had to stay for another day.When it was time for my hospital release, I was surprised because, outside my room, men in black were standing in attention.“Is there a VIP confined on this floor?” I asked Jenna, who only laughed and commented,“Your brothers are crazy.”Then, she gripped the handrail of my wheelchair to push me out of my room.At the hospital entrance, I was amazed at the number of similar-looking cars parked outside.When they spotted us, the first car moved forward until it stopped in front of me while the others followed close behind.I could not believe my eyes. “S*it! Are you telling me this is for me?” I asked the four men when it finally dawned on me that the cars and the suited men were in their employ.“No one but the best for our little queen.” My brother Marcus said before he lifted his arm
Brie POVI thought I had already tackled my worst nightmare. I thought since Noah had dealt me with a blow, he could never hurt me anymore, but this betrayal was the worst thing he could have done to me.To realize that he devised a seamless plan to get me out of his life for good and made me look like I was the guilty one in our marriage is a low blow.He even placed the death of his parents on my shoulders!No wife who served him faithfully like I did deserves what he did to me.To think that I even shunned all efforts of my brothers to reunite because I thought I already had a family in him.I almost laughed aloud at my naivety. What a shame!What a waste!I loved him! I trusted him!And what did he repay me?Betrayal!My chest felt constricted from the pain.How can Noah do this to me when all I ever did was love him?How can he be this ruthless?I gripped the sides of my seat, trying to control my anger, feeling sweat beading on my forehead.Now, I was thankful that I never men
Brie POVSeven months later.“Jenna. Please call Jenna.” I told my brother, Flint, gasping as I tried to hold back the pain shooting at my stomach.It was the middle of the night, and I was writhing in my bed. “What happened?” Flint asked on the phone, but I could hear the rustling of sheets. He was getting out of bed in a hurry.Footsteps sounded outside my room. The next second, the door was flung open, and my three single brothers came running.“Briana!” Marcus was the first one to reach my bed. He saw my sodden pajama bottoms, and his eyes widened in alarm.“I am going to have the babies,” I told him between pants.They looked horrified as they stared at me.It was Marcus who acted quickly. He grabbed me with the bedsheet and lifted me in his arms. He half ran out of my room while my other brother, Flint, held out the door.Even through my pain, I heard the sound of the engine starting as another pain gripped me.“Hang on, sis! We’re getting you to the hospital.” Marcus inform
Brie POV“Are you sure you don’t want us to notify Hunter about the birth of his children?” Marcus asked.“What is the use of telling him? I don’t think he would be interested.” I said, my voice sounding flat.It was the next morning, and the babies were already delivered to my hospital suite.It was like there was a party in here. My brothers brought balloons, cakes, and party poppers they did not get the chance to pop because Jenna forbade them.I almost laughed at the disappointed look on Rowan’s face. Even with his glasses on, I could tell that Jenna’s orders just spoiled his fun.“Don’t push sis to that j*rk. She already chose us. Don’t let her change her mind about us again.” Flint reminded Marcus.“I am not saying she should get back to him. All I am saying is that Noah Hunter has to know he has fathered three cute little boys.” Marcus said, gesturing to my sons, who were sleeping in their special cot at the hospital.“Do you think he would be interested?” Charles butted in
Brie POVI don’t know how to react to that.To be honest, Hanna’s news did not surprise me.Britney White has always been Noah Hunter’s one and true love.I slowly massaged my chest with my hand when I felt a squeezing pain and sighed.