And Sarah… Sarah.
"She was wrong for thinking I got with her out of revenge," Noah murmured, his voice almost wistful now.
"But she wasn't far off." His eyes flickered, memories of their time together swirling through his mind. "I was subconsciously using her as a catalyst too. Just like her daughter."
The realization hit him like a punch to the gut, but instead of regret, there was only clarity. It wasn't that he didn't care for Sarah, or that he hadn't enjoyed being with her at one point. He had.
But the truth was that every relationship, every interaction, had been a piece of a larger plan.
But even as the pieces fell into place, Noah was not sure about one thing: if Sarah had stayed with him if she had chosen to stick by his side...
"But I knew you wouldn't Sarah, everything about you screamed motherly love. You wouldn't leave your daughter for a man, never."
