Chapter 39

Averill's POV

What? Do I hear things wrong? Why? Why the hell did she do that? To hate me? To ridicule me? I received a lot of resentment because of that... and, she, she cried because of that night.

She was hurt, wasn't she? Yanna was...

I blamed myself countless times every night, thinking that I had ruined her relationship with Noah. I drowned myself with guilt every day, hating myself for being happy that Noah married me.

I, I... and Noah knew? Noah knew but never told me everything? Why? Because he loves Yanna and does not give a damn about me?

Then what about Damien?

"She doesn't know that I knew about it. I think there's some sort of mistake," Noah is still defending you even now, Yanna.

How lovely your man is. Noah...

I want to cry right now, but tears aren't forming in my eyes. I smiled at Noah, his lips parted, looking confused as to why I was reacting this way.

"Should I thank her then?"

"What?"

"I should thank Yanna. If not for her, then... you wouldn't have been