Diane's POV
The morning sun streamed through the windows of my office as I sat across from Noah, my hands wrapped around a steamingly hot cup of coffee.
The wedding preparations were in full swing, flowers ordered, venue confirmed, dress hanging in my closet. But there was something weighing on my heart, something I needed to address before I could fully embrace this new chapter of my life.
"Noah," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need to talk to you about something."
He looked up from his laptop, his expression immediately shifting to concern. "What's wrong? You look like you've been thinking about something heavy."
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. "It's about Liam. And the children."
Noah's jaw tightened slightly, but he remained silent, waiting for me to continue.
