Noah POV
“Keep this under wraps. I do not want news of this getting out until we catch all his cohorts. And from now on, tighten the security at Hunter Enterprises. Don’t leave anything to chance. We are at war.” I told them and they nodded.
“I will make everyone pay,” I told them, but how can I make everyone pay if I am also an unwitting accomplice to Uncle Matt’s purported crime?
Briana POVA sense of guilt had overtaken me after knowing Noah had not slept a wink and sat outside our house all night.“Go home,” I told him after breakfast without looking at him.My brothers refrained from saying anything.They refrained from showing approval or disapproval in Noah's presence. I was sure it was in deference to the triplets.
Briana POVNot long after I got back from the bathroom, and settled back behind my table, I heard three knocks on the door. I got up from my seat and opened the door to Britney White.I was surprised when I saw her. She looked like she came in for war.She was clad in a red halter top that accentuated the size of her b*east; the smallness of her waist, and the contours of her hips. The hem falls just below her knees.She wore black stilettos.And her fac
Briana POVFury, I had never known emblazoned my being.How could I let myself be fooled once more?Noah will never love me the way he loved Britney. He may love the children, but not me.
Noah PovI 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
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