All Chapters of Betrothed: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Noah's POV“What's wrong with you, Racheal? She just wanted to talk. Why did you have to make such a big deal out of it?” The words slipped out before I could stop them, frustration bubbling to the surface as we drove away from the boutique. I had hoped for a fun evening of shopping, but that confrontation had put a damper on everything. We were supposed to be moving past our past, but Kim’s presence had rubbed salt in old wounds.The silence in the car was deafening. Racheal sat in the passenger seat, her arms resting on the window, staring outside as if the world outside could offer her an escape. I slammed my hands against the steering wheel, feeling the tension rise within me.“Really!?” I growled, unable to contain my anger. “I don’t want to talk about it, Noah. I’d appreciate it if you let it be that way,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.I shut my eyes briefly, focusing on the road ahead. I could feel the weight of her silence pressing down on me, and it only f

Racheal's POVAfter waiting for Noah for what felt like hours, I finally succumbed to exhaustion and closed my eyes. I stirred awake to the familiar scent of his heavy cologne mixed with the lingering aroma of black coffee. A knot formed in my stomach as I realized he must have gone to see Kim, and I felt a wave of irritation wash over me.I had woken up earlier than anyone else, including Ariella and Evelyn. My mind replayed the remnants of our earlier conversation, but I pushed those thoughts aside. Instead, I focused on the tasks I had planned for the day. I’d been teaching Rayla some things to make my work easier, but the thought of Noah’s meeting with Kim gnawed at me.As I tidied up, I noticed something sticking out of Noah's jacket pocket—a brown envelope. I tried to ignore it, convincing myself it was just work-related. But curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself opening it to reveal a scan result. My heart sank as I processed what it meant—Noah deserved to know the

Noah's POV I changed into my loungewear, slipping on a pair of sweatpants and a fitted shirt that accentuated my biceps and triceps. As I headed downstairs, I was shocked to find the atmosphere even tenser than before. At least there were no more tears.The aroma of chicken wafted through the air, making my mouth water. I approached the kitchen to see Kim and Racheal giggling over something I couldn’t quite catch. I grabbed a cup from above Kim's head, feeling a bit awkward but dismissing it as I gulped down water to quench my dry throat, a remnant of the excessive alcohol Mike had gotten me to consume.Kim moved to the opposite side of the cabinet, leaving a space beside Racheal. I seized the opportunity, wrapping my long arms around Racheal from behind, my hands pressing against her chest."Are you still angry?"I whispered, my breath tickling her, causing her to flinch.I waited for a response but received none. Since she didn’t insist I let go, I took it as an encouragement to pr

Noah's POVThe atmosphere was electric as I stepped into the grand hall, a mix of excitement and anxiety swirling within me. Today was a significant day—Racheal's three-in-one party, marking the launch of the Houston Project, her hard work coming to fruition. The project promised to create job opportunities for countless people, and it felt surreal to witness it all unfold.The red carpet rolled out elegantly, leading us into a space adorned with crystal chandeliers that cast a warm glow, reflecting off the intricate designs. The hall was filled with elites from across the country, all eager to congratulate Racheal and see the woman who had made such an impact in the business world.As I scanned the room, my gaze landed on Juliet. Her expression was anything but pleasant; anger radiated from her. She was staring intently at someone, her countenance a storm brewing just beneath the surface. Curious, I shifted my position to follow her gaze, landing on Racheal's father, Mr. Houston. I c

Kim's POVI watched in despair, a silver scarf wrapped around my head, feeling completely overshadowed as Racheal stole the spotlight at her launch party. Choosing my outfit for the night felt like a futile effort; I had opted for something simple, a decision made easier by Racheal’s insistence on paying for my gown. It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford it, but she wanted to celebrate her event in style, and I didn’t want to ruin her moment.As I stood there, my body growing weaker, I reflected on my situation. The doctor’s predictions loomed over me like a dark cloud. I wanted to believe in a second chance—another hope—but with my health deteriorating, it felt like a cruel joke. I had been visiting the clinic for treatment, clinging to the hope that I could maintain my pregnancy without resorting to chemotherapy. It was a complicated wish, but it was the only option I had left.I felt like a third wheel in Noah’s life. What was I expecting? I had told myself not to hope for more, yet eac