SORRY

Chapter 25. Not a Relationship Wrecker

Briana POV

I was stumped.

I did not know how Noah and I ended up kissing each other fiercely.

Hanna was staring at me, but I could not meet her gaze.

I also kept silent because, frankly, rig now, I was still shaken by what happened.

It was so sudden. So unexpected. I wanted to blame it all on Noah.

I hated him. I knew that. But why did I respond to his kiss?

More importantly, why did it feel right? Gosh! The man has a fiancée. He loves someone else and has been in love with her for

years.

I wanted to bang my head on the mirror to knock some sense into

1. me.

I am not a relationship wrecker. Britney White does not deserve it.

If Noah did not stop, would it end with just a kiss?

I stared at my reddening face in the mirror when Hanna’s gasp interrupted my musings.

“Oh, my gee! You are still in love with him!”

My heart started to pound double in my chest.

Five years!

“No. I don’t.” I denied hotly and fumbled to do something to avoid

meeting Hanna’s gaze from our reflection in the mirror.

I bent a little and put my hands under the faucet. Then, I started washing my hands. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes. You are.” Hanna hissed.

I put my wet hands under the automatic soap dispenser and watch the liquid trickle down my palms.

I rubbed my hands and put them unde the faucet to rinse.

All this while, I could feel Hanna’s heavy stare on me.

“He divorced you. Fired you from your job. He threw you out of his home. He said he did not love you and only married you because his parents forced his hands.” Hanna recounted all the bad things Noah did to me.

“Briana! Wake up! That man is not worth it!”

“And what’s worse? He belongs to someone else.”

I pulled paper towels from the dispenser to dry my hands.

I was doing it with so much concentration because I wanted to put what Hanna said at the back of my head.

But Hanna was persistent. When I turned around to avoid her gaze, she walked a few paces, bringing us face to face.

“Briana, think about yourself. Why couldn’t you do that? If Noah hurts you again, your brothers will be devastated, but more importantly, you have three kids to think of. They don’t deserve a shell of a mother. ”

The mention of my children made me realize that Hanna is right.

The first time Noah broke me I lived like a zombie for months. The pain was so much that I almost lost my babies.

My expression hardened.

“I won’t go back there. Not again.” I promised her.

We went out and met Marcus at the entrance to the ballroom. He looked worried and looked like he had been waiting for a while. When he spotted us, he approached us immediately.

“Where have you been? I had been calling you.” My brother said.

www

I opened my clutch bag to check my phone and saw a notification. Three missed calls.

“Sorry,” I said, evading Marcus‘ probing look.

“We were in the restroom,” Hanna explained, and Marcus bought the excuse.

Hanna saw a colleague and said her goodbyes with a promise to visit us at the house the following day. She squeezed my hand before she stepped away, and I squeezed back.

Seeing that the guests had started to thin out, Marcus and I decided to go home. We did not see Matt Bryant anywhere, so we told his assistant we were leaving.

It was a good thing, too. I do not want to pretend and force myself to be nice in front of that man.

“Thank you for coming, Mr. and Mrs. Ford.” He told us, and we did not correct the misconception.

My eyes roamed around the ballroom and saw no trace of Noah

and Britney. I figured he was busy explaining to his fiancée.

Heat spreads to my cheeks at the remembrance of our kiss.

I am sure Britney saw us and was now raising h*ll.

I stifled a smile, imagining Noah as he tried to mollify a jealous. Britney. Well, he brought it on himself.

Britney was the unwilling victim in this situation. She did not. deserve to be hurt by Noah.

“You are spacing out,” Marcus commented when I almost slipped.

“Wait here.”

He opened the car to bring out my fluffy slippers.

He helped me take off my shoes so I could wear the slippers.

“Thank you.”

Marcus knew I hated wearing heels, and I was grateful for his thoughtfulness.

My brother is a good man. Any girl he sets his eyes on would be so lucky.

He bent down to pick my heels.

“Let’s go.” He helped me to the car. When he turned away to go to the other side to enter, I looked up, feeling a weight bore into me.

My eyes squinted while I tried to see in the dark but could not make anything out of it. Still, there is this nagging feeling that someone is watching me.

Marcus got to my side, and the driver started the car.