All Chapters of Betrothed: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

NOAH'S POV.Since the moment I asked Mike to start doing some research on Kim, I wasn't expecting this kind of news.My mood went from Zero degrees to 360 degrees the moment Mike informed me Kim flew to Cape Town, and he hung up after warning me to be careful.I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize I hadn't touched my food since the moment I finished making the call.It was Racheal's voice that pulled me out of my trance, asking me if I was okay. I denied it, but I had to force myself to leave the table to get dressed to avoid her pressing it further."How I wish I could cancel this trip to another day." That was my thought on reaching the car, and Rachael couldn't help but ask me more questions, so I just faked a smile."The last scene I was expecting to unfold is Kim meeting Racheal coincidentally"Everything was going fiñe the moment we got to the beach until I noticed Racheal's unbreakable gaze and her stiffness against my body. They might be sisters but one can feel t

Racheal's POVI couldn't help but feel insecure. Truth be told, I needed some time to myself; it felt like I was on the brink of insanity. My mind was a whirlwind of questions, each one more chaotic than the last, and the craziest part was that there was no one around to answer them. It was clear to me: either I fixed this myself, or I risked losing my trust in Noah and, by extension, my marriage. This wasn’t what I had envisioned for us. I would rather confront my demons than jeopardize the love we had fought so hard to build.I couldn't shake the image of Kim walking toward us on that beach, her presence like a dark cloud looming over a bright day. I had planned to create beautiful memories with Noah, but seeing her had unearthed a mountain of bad memories I thought I had buried deep. The way she exchanged intense glances with Noah, the way her words dripped with double meanings while she stared at me—it was all too much. I decided to pretend I hadn’t noticed any of it, determined

Racheal's POV As I stepped into the kitchen, the comforting aroma of herbs and spices enveloped me. Sophia was busy preparing dinner for me and Ariella, her every movement exuding a sense of purpose. I knew she was determined; she wouldn’t stop until I relayed everything I had been through these last few weeks. And I felt ready to share it all.Ariella, on the other hand, was struggling to finish her food. Her eyelids drooped, and she fought against sleep, her little body swaying slightly in her chair. I couldn’t bear to see her like that, so I lifted her into my arms. “Let’s get you to bed, sweet girl,” I whispered, carrying her to her room. She spent most nights with Sophia, so it felt natural to tuck her into the cozy bed there.As I laid her down, I closed my fingers together, feeling the weight of my thoughts pressing against me. I knew I had to talk to Sophia, to let her in on everything that had been weighing me down. But even as I walked back to the kitchen, I felt a flicker

Noah's POVI wouldn’t lie about the irritation crawling onto my skin, a sensation that intensified with every moment I spent in that office. It felt horrible, almost suffocating, as I forced out those words to Racheal. The question had come out of nowhere, yet part of me had been anticipating it. Rachael was stubborn—proud to a fault. I knew she wouldn’t approach me first, so I waited until Ariella’s tiny voice broke the tension, hitting me like a stone.At that moment, I was tempted to lie. I had every intention of telling Racheal everything, especially now that I was certain Kim was plotting something again. My stomach churned at the thought. I hadn’t yet figured out why she had made that transaction to the hospital, but I knew it couldn’t be good.I felt trapped, forced to confront Kim because I understood what she was capable of, especially with a pregnancy involved. The stakes were higher now, and I couldn’t afford to let Racheal hear about any of this from Kim. It had to be me w

Noah's POV"Don’t you get it, Mike?! Damn, she is not picking up my calls!" My voice was a mix of desperation and frustration, echoing in the small space around us.Mike leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression annoyingly calm. "How would you be this cool in all this situation?" I shot back, my anger flaring hotter."You brought all this upon yourself, Noah," he replied, his tone steady but pointed. I felt my blood boil at his words. "Why the heck did you just say that? I dare you to repeat it!" Fury coursed through me, igniting every nerve ending. The thought of Rachael leaving, of her not answering my calls—it was unbearable.After Racheal had stormed out of the café, I had driven straight to Mike’s place, hoping for some semblance of support. Instead, he was sitting there, cool as a cucumber, while I felt like I was about to explode. Deep down, I knew Mike was right. He was speaking the truth when he accused me of being at fault, and that only added to the crushing