"Where were you on Valentine's Day?" Noreen asked next.
The answer came out instantly, as if etched into his memory. "At my engagement."
Noreen's hands tightened on the steering wheel.
Of course. Valentine's Day was his and Bianca's engagement party. As the groom-to-be, he couldn't possibly have left.
It meant she had been overthinking everything.
When the light turned green, the flicker of hope in Noreen's heart was extinguished, and a familiar calm settled over her once more. They drove the rest of the way in silence.
After dropping Seth off at the hotel, Noreen drove away without a backward glance, her car quickly disappearing into the increasingly blurry curtain of rain.
Seth stood silently, watching the spot where her car had vanished, a flicker of loneliness crossing his usually stoic face. But just as quickly, he composed himself and walked into the hotel.
From a corner of the lobby, Henry watched the scene unfold, completely stunned. He had just come from visiting Bianca at the hospital and was heading back to his room, his mood heavier than ever. He'd decided to come downstairs for some air, but the rain had driven him into the lobby café, where he'd taken a seat by the window.
The timing was so perfect, so damning, that he couldn't have missed it if he tried.
Noreen had personally driven Seth back to the hotel.
Hadn't Bianca said Seth's father was feeling unwell, and that's why he couldn't stay with her at the hospital? He'd told her he was going *home*.
So this was his idea of ‘going home'? What a joke.
And Noreen… she knew Seth and Bianca were engaged. Their relationship was public knowledge, yet here she was, inserting herself between them. What did that make her, if not a homewrecker? She had no shame.


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