# Noah's POV#
The recording plays on loop in my mind like a broken symphony of betrayal. Even now, hours after discovering Chloe's affair, the sound of her voice saying Gabriel's name cuts through me like shattered glass.
But I can't let her see the cracks.
"You seem different today," Chloe says, glancing up from her morning coffee. She's radiant in the way only pregnant women can be, her skin glowing with life that should have been our blessing.
"Different how?"
"Happier. More relaxed." She reaches across the breakfast table to squeeze my hand. "I'm glad you and Gabriel worked things out. I was so worried about the stress affecting the baby."
The irony tastes bitter on my tongue. She's worried about stress while carrying another man's child.
"We're fine," I manage, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. "Though I do regret spoiling you so much over the years."
Her laugh is musical, innocent. "Spoiling me? Noah, you've been the perfect husband."
