The star-crossed lovers were finally having their happy ending.So why did it feel so wrong?Noah arrived at the altar, his heart pounding in his chest. The chapel was beautifully decorated just as Zoe wanted, white flowers and gauzy fabrics adorning every surface. Guests filled the pews, their exci
HannahI hadn’t even bothered to change or make myself look presentable. The thin fabric of my robe still revealed my bare body, my hair was wild and unkempt, and I likely smelled like a vagrant after my stint in Darkmoon’s prison.But none of that mattered now. All that mattered was getting to Noah
“No.” I tried to shove her away. “Noah, don’t listen to her. Remember. Just remember.”Suddenly, hands were on me. Zoe’s face was twisted as she shoved me, and I fell to the marble floor, the tiles slamming into my back.“You fat, ugly cow,” she growled, stepping toward me as I moved backwards on th
HannahThe pain in my battered body was immense.Drake and Viona helped me onto a seat in the back room of the church, away from prying eyes, having to support my weight the entire time. The wedding had turned into chaos as guards went running after Zoe. Scott, too, had disappeared along with her, s
I felt sick at the thought of what Zoe had done to him. “That’s why you didn’t come back for me.”Noah nodded. “She made me believe I never saw you, never went to Darkmoon, never found the pictures or letters. But she didn’t know about the seashell I’d given you. That was the link to remembering eve
HannahWhen my sobs finally subsided, Noah sat up with me still in his arms, his hands deftly brushing my tear-soaked hair back from my face. I sniffled, trying to regain my composure as I smoothed down his shirt, which was now wrinkled and damp from my outburst.“I’m sorry,” I hiccuped weakly. “For
The thought of dating made my stomach flutter with both excitement and anxiety. After the disaster with David, the idea of putting myself out there again was terrifying.But with Noah... it would be different, wouldn’t it? This was the man I had loved for so long, the father of my child. Maybe, just
HannahThe evening air was cool and refreshing against my heated skin as I walked Noah back out to his car. The setting sun was particularly vibrant tonight, the sky awash in almost blinding shades of pink and orange and red. It was a beautiful sight, but I found my eyes drawn to Noah instead, no ma