Briana POV Fury, 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 POV The 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 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 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