Noah Pov
I took a few hours of sleep.
When I woke up, the first thing I did was check my phone and saw several miscalls on my call log.
I went to check the numbers and dialed the most recent.
"Daddy, when awe you coming back?" The mispronounced r was a giveaway.
I smiled while stretching on the bed.
"Hello, Brixx. I'll take a bath before coming over." I told him.
Noah POVThe meeting with Jagger concluded very quickly.“It must be the presence of the children that did that. It was a brilliant thought bringing them here, Mr. Hunter.” Chris praised.His approval blazed in his eyes.“I did not bring the kid to make it appear like I was a doting dad. I brought them here because I did not want to break my promise to my children. I wanted to impress in my children that when I promised to show up, I would show up.” I stressed and glared at Chris for putting motives behind my action
Noah POVIdentifying who sits with whom was a bit tricky.Since I previously loaded the triplets’ car seats in my car, it would be more convenient to transport them, but Briana would have none of that.She insisted the kids ride with her, and no one had the guts to say no to her, especially me when she was looking monstrously at us.“Put their seats in my car.” She instructed the nannies who followed her orders efficiently.I tried to talk to her, but the cold aura surrounding her was enough to freeze me on the spot.I just watched her helplessly. The children, too, stood obediently by her side.With the car seats pulled out of my car, the nannies began strapping the children on their car seats in Briana’s car.“Where’s daddy!” Riley’s voice bro
Noah POVI stared after Briana and the man with unblinking eyes until they were well out of sight.I shook my head, still unable to process what had happened. Briana went out with a man.He was not just some man. He was the same man at the bidding and the pictures from five years ago; that I was sure of.After Briana signed our divorce, I kept looking at the pictures Uncle Matt provided. It has haunted me for a while.“She was out on a date?” Rowan asked, surprising me. In my preoccupation with what had transpired earlier, I did not realize that he already crept up to me until he said something. “It appears so,” I said, masking the pain that such an occurrence brought to my heart.While I was bent on pursuing her and winning her back, another complication threatened to thwart my plans.“Oh my! Wait until Charles and Marcus hear this. I bet they would approve.” Flint said, rubbing the pain in. The two brothers looked gloatingly at me before they started talking between them.“Hey
Briana POVAnthony Goldstone brought me to a fine dining restaurant.When we first stepped inside, I could already feel the romantic ambiance of the place and cringe, especially when he took my hand to follow the Maître ‘d.I wanted to pull my han
Briana POVAfter dinner, Anthony got a phone call. He excused himself to answer it.I, too, took the time to check on the children.“They are doing fine,” Rowan replied to my query. There was nothing more to say, but I lingered on the line. I wanted to ask Rowan something but was too shy to voice out what was in my head.“Anything else, sis?” Rowan inquired in the gap.I shook my head.By this time, I also saw Anthony weaving his way back to our table. I presumed he had concluded his business.“Nothing. Thanks, Rowan.”“Okay. Enjoy.”Then, the line was dead.Anthony sat back on his chair and inquired. “Were you checking on the children?” He asked after putting his phone away.I nodded awkwardly. “The triplets were asleep. They did not even ask for me.” I said, shrugging.“You must appreciate that they do not demand most of your time, unlike when they were younger.”“Yes. But I felt weirded out. The children are growing, and they need me less and less. Especially now that Noah i
Brie POV“Congratulations, Mrs. Hunter. You are ten weeks pregnant.”I got out of the doctor’s clinic completely in a daze. Her words echoed in my head, making my heart beat fast. In the midst of grief and pain, finally, there’s some good news, I mused to myself. Ecstatic, I could not help the grin that spread across my face, feeling the slight lifting of the weight on my shoulders. With renewed vigor, I quickened my steps. The elevator opened. I walked out, passing the nurse station on my way to the ICU.“Mrs. Hunter.” The nurse greeted me. “Hi. How’s Noah?” I asked the nurse, feeling a little fatigued. “Still the same. Mr. Hunter has not woken up yet.” The statement dampened my enthusiasm. Still, I marched to my husband’s bed, took the chair, and sat down. The nurse left to give us privacy. I looked at the dearly beloved face of the man I loved, and longing pierced my heart. Involuntarily, my hand lifted to touch his face. I let the tip of my finger trace his eyelids bef
Brie POVTwo 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
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