#Chapter 177: Outlet

Hannah I turned to see what Zoe was pointing at and instantly did a double take, my first instinct telling me that what I was seeing was absolutely not my husband. But it was. Noah was in the middle of the dance floor, a child perched on his shoulders and two more clinging to his legs. His face was flushed and red, a broad grin spreading from ear to ear—an expression I hadn’t seen on him in years, or maybe not even ever. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him twirl around, the children squealing with excitement. It was a side of Noah I wasn’t even sure ever existed—carefree, playful, full of joy. “What the hell,” I muttered, turning fully now to face him. Who was that, and what had they done with the real Noah? At that moment, the sight of him with the kids sent a pang through my chest, reminding me of the secret I was carrying. Our child. Without realizing it, I had taken a step toward him, drawn by an inexplicable urge to be close to him. Even