Hell Hath no fury like a billionaire's Ex

Diane’s POV

"I realized that you are everything I need, everything I want. I don’t care what anyone thinks or says about us," Noah continued, his voice growing stronger with each word.

"I’m willing to fight the whole universe if it comes to that, because my heart beats for you and no one else."

The room had gone completely silent around us, but I was barely aware of anyone else’s presence. Noah’s words were washing over me like healing balm on wounds I’d thought would never stop aching.

"And these babies," he said, his free hand moving gently toward my rounded belly, "I want to be their father, Diane. I want to shower them with the same love I want to give you, without ever making them feel like they’re anything less than completely wanted. I want to wake up in the middle of the night for feedings, teach them to ride bikes, help with homework, chase away nightmares."

Tears were streaming down my face so freely now that I could barely see him through the blur, but I could hear the emotion thick in his own voice.

"Even if you don’t want me," he whispered, his thumb brushing across my knuckles, "even if you need time, even if you can never see me as more than a friend—I understand completely. But I’ll still be here to care for you and support you for as long as I live. I’ve waited this long to tell you how I feel, so waiting is never a problem for me."

He laughed softly through his own tears, and the sound broke something open in my chest. "God, look at us. We’re both crying messes."

I laughed too, a watery sound that came out as more of a sob. "Noah, I—"

"You don’t have to say anything right now," he interrupted gently. "We can take this easy. You can get to know me better, the real me, not just the friend who’s been helping you fight your battles. If you have doubts, you don’t need to say yes to anything tonight."

But even as he spoke, he stepped closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine. The scent of his cologne mixed with the fragrance of the roses filled my senses, and I felt dizzy with emotions.

"Let me love you, Diane," he said, his voice barely above a whisper but somehow carrying to every corner of my heart. "Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need. A good life, protection, care, laughter, adventure—just name it, and it’s yours. Let me spend every day proving that not all men will hurt you. Let me show you what it feels like to be treasured."

The sincerity in his voice, the way he was looking at me like I was something precious and rare...it shattered the last of my defenses. Through all my pain and betrayal, through all the walls I’d built around my heart, Noah had somehow found his way in. Maybe he’d been there all along, quietly waiting for me to notice.

"Yes," I whispered, nodding through my tears. "Yes, I want to date you. I want to try."

The smile that spread across Noah’s face was radiant, transforming his entire being. He reached up with both hands now, cupping my face gently and pressing the softest kiss to my forehead. It was tender and reverent, a promise rather than a demand.

"Thank you," he breathed against my skin. "Thank you for giving us a chance."

He handed me the enormous bouquet of white roses and baby’s breath, and I brought them to my nose with my free hand, inhaling their sweet perfume. The symbolism wasn’t lost on me—white roses for new beginnings, baby’s breath for the children I carried.

Suddenly Noah grinned, that boyish expression I’d fallen in love with without even realizing it, and turned toward our audience. Still holding my hand, he raised our joined fingers high in the air.

"Everyone!" he called out, his voice ringing with joy. "We’re dating now!"

The room erupted. Applause thundered around us, mixed with cheers and whistles and the kind of celebratory chaos that only comes from genuine happiness. I saw Joan jumping up and down, clapping her hands and crying at the same time. My father was beaming, one arm around my mother who looked like she might faint from joy. Robert and my coworkers were hooting and raising their wine glasses in toasts.

I felt overwhelmed by it all—the love, the support, the sheer rightness of this moment. For so long, my life had been defined by betrayal and heartbreak. But here, surrounded by people who truly cared about me, holding hands with a man who saw me as worthy of real love, I felt something I hadn’t experienced in years: pure, uncomplicated happiness.

"I need to say something," I called out, my voice shaking with emotion. The crowd gradually quieted, expectant faces turning toward me.

"I honestly don’t know where to begin," I started, my free hand resting on my belly where the twins were dancing with what felt like their own excitement. "When I woke up this morning, I thought this day would be quiet, maybe a little lonely. I’ve had so many birthdays that felt like just another day to get through."

I paused, looking around at all the faces—some familiar, some newer to my life, all filled with love and warmth.

"But this... this is the best birthday I’ve ever had. For the first time in a while, something has made me extremely happy without any kind of chaos attached to it. Despite everything I’ve been through, the heartbreak, the betrayal, the fear, all of it...it’s only made me stronger and brought me to this moment of pure happiness."

My voice was getting stronger now, fed by the energy in the room and the solid warmth of Noah’s hand in mine.

"I’ve learned that family isn’t just about blood," I continued, my eyes finding Joan, who was dabbing at her tears with a napkin. "It’s about the people who show up for you when the world falls apart. It’s about the friends who plan surprise parties that put Broadway productions to shame." The room laughed, and Joan blushed prettily.

"It’s about the parents who find their way back to you when you need them most," I said, looking at my mother and father. "And it’s about the man who’s willing to wait patiently for your heart to heal enough to let him in."

I turned to Noah, squeezing his hand. "Thank you all for being here, for caring about me and these babies, for making me feel like the luckiest woman in the—"

My words died in my throat. Standing in the doorway, clutching a wrapped gift with trembling hands, was Sophie.

The room seemed to freeze around us. Conversations stopped mid-sentence. Wine glasses paused halfway to lips. Even the soft background music seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of my own heartbeat thundering in my ears.

Sophie looked terrified. Her usually perfect hair was slightly disheveled, as if she’d run her hands through it nervously during the drive here. Her face was pale, her eyes wide and uncertain. She stood frozen just inside the doorway, like something was holding her legs and preventing her from moving further.

Our eyes met across the room, and I saw my own pain reflected back in hers. The sister who had betrayed me in the most heartbreaking way possible, who had shattered my marriage and my trust, who had nearly destroyed me completely.

But I also saw the little girl who used to crawl into my bed during thunderstorms. The teenager who had cried on my shoulder when her first boyfriend broke her heart. The woman who had been my maid of honor, who had promised to always be there for me no matter what.

Without conscious thought, I began walking toward her. My shoes clicked against the floor in a steady rhythm that seemed unnaturally loud in the silence. My hand moved protectively to my belly, and I was vaguely aware of Noah following a few steps behind me, ready to support me if I needed it.

Sophie tried to speak as I approached. Her mouth opened and closed several times, but no words emerged. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead despite the cool air conditioning. She was trembling so hard that the gift in her hands was shaking.

I stopped directly in front of her, close enough to see the fear and regret swimming in her eyes. Close enough to see that she’d been crying—her makeup was slightly smudged, and her eyes were red-rimmed.

For a long moment, we just stared at each other. The sister who had shared my childhood, my secrets, my dreams for the future. The sister who had then turned around and shared my husband’s bed.

I felt the weight of everyone’s eyes on us, the held breath of an entire room waiting to see what would happen next. Would I scream at her? Slap her? Have her thrown out?

Instead, I felt something unexpected stirring in my chest. Not forgiveness—not yet—but something softer than the rage that had sustained me for months. Maybe it was the joy of the evening, or the love I’d just accepted from Noah. Maybe it was simply exhaustion from carrying so much anger for so long.

Whatever it was, it allowed me to see past my hurt to the broken woman standing before me. Sophie looked like she’d lost weight. There were shadows under her eyes that spoke of sleepless nights. She looked haunted, consumed by guilt and regret.

Slowly, deliberately, I let my cold stare soften into something that wasn’t quite a smile but wasn’t hostile either. Sophie’s eyes widened in surprise.

And then I pulled her into a tight hug.

The gift fell from her hands, hitting the floor with a soft thud as Sophie’s arms came around me. She was sobbing now, deep, body-shaking sobs that spoke of months of suppressed guilt and pain.

"I’ve forgiven you," I whispered directly into her ear, loud enough for only her to hear. "I’m choosing to forgive you, Sophie. Not because you deserve it, not because what you did was okay, but because I deserve to be free from this anger."

Sophie cried harder, her grip on me tightening. "Diane, I’m so sorry," she choked out. "I’m so, so sorry. I love you. I missed you so much. I know I don’t deserve—"

"Shh," I soothed, rubbing her back the way I had when we were children. "We’ll figure it out. We’ll find our way back to each other somehow."

When we finally broke apart, both of us were crying openly. Sophie’s makeup was completely ruined, and I probably didn’t look much better, but neither of us cared.

"I missed you too," I admitted, wiping tears from both our faces. "I missed my sister."

I took her hand and led her toward where our parents were standing, their own faces wet with tears. Without hesitation, the four of us came together in a group hug that felt like coming home after a long, difficult journey.

"My girls," my mother whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "My beautiful girls, together again."

My father’s arms were strong around all of us, and for a moment, we were just a family again. Imperfect, wounded, but united in love and the desire to heal.

When we separated, I noticed Natasha standing nearby, her face a mask of uncertainty and pain. The woman who had also betrayed me, who had been part of the destruction of my marriage, but who I now knew had been suffering her own consequences.

I walked over to her, ignoring the way she flinched slightly as I approached. Without words, I pulled her into a hug as well.

"I forgive you too," I told her quietly. "And I want you to know...I will never mention your affair with Liam to your father. That’s between you and your conscience now."

Natasha broke down completely, clutching my hands as tears streamed down her face. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you, Diane. You don’t know what this means to me."

"I do know," I replied gently. "But I also want you to do something for me. I want you to forgive your father too. Life is too short to carry around all this hurt. You’re both suffering, and it doesn’t have to be that way."

She nodded through her tears, and I gestured toward Guerrero, who was watching our exchange with amazement and hope. Natasha ran to him like a child, throwing herself into his arms. Both of them were crying as he held her, kissing the top of her head and murmuring apologies and words of love.

"Thank you," Guerrero mouthed to me over his daughter’s head, his own eyes bright with unshed tears.

I nodded, feeling lighter than I had in months. This was what forgiveness felt like...not a burden lifted from others, but a weight removed from my own heart.

Noah appeared at my side, his expression unreadable as he looked between Guerrero and Natasha. I realized he must have recognized her from somewhere, must have put the pieces together about who she was. But bless him, he kept his thoughts to himself, not wanting to disturb the healing happening around us.

Instead, he stepped forward and extended his hand to Guerrero with professional courtesy. "Mr. Guerrero, it’s good to see you again. I hope we can discuss Synergy Sphere’s future soon."

Guerrero shook his hand warmly, his businessman’s instincts kicking in even in this emotional moment. "Of course, Noah. I think there’s much we need to talk about and decide with the other members of the board."

The gift-giving began in earnest then. Guerrero and Natasha presented me with an exquisite jewelry set—diamond earrings and a matching necklace that must have cost more than most people’s cars. Joan’s gift was more personal—a beautifully bound photo album filled with pictures of our friendship over the years, with blank pages left for future memories.

But it was my father’s gift that truly took my breath away. He led us all outside to the hotel’s parking area, where a gleaming black BMW with a customized license plate "DIANE 03" sat with a giant red bow on top.

"For you and the babies," he said, his voice emotional. "Something safe and reliable for your new family."

I stared at the car, overwhelmed. "Dad, this is too much."

"There’s more," he said, pulling out an envelope. "A house. with a beautiful nursery already set up and a backyard where the twins can play safely. Consider it my attempt to make up for all the birthdays I missed."

I couldn’t speak. The magnitude of his gesture, the thought he’d put into it, the way he was trying to build a future for me and my children—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

Everyone raised their glasses in a toast then, the sparkling cider catching the light from the hotel’s exterior lighting. The night air was perfect, warm but not too warm.

As the party began to wind down, I made a decision that felt both scary and absolutely right.

"Mom," I said, pulling her aside. "I want you to go stay with Dad. You need the care and love of your husband," I added with a teasing smile that made her blush. "And I think you both need each other right now."

"But what about you?" she asked, concerned. "You’re so close to your due date."

"I’ll stay with Joan for now," I assured her. "But I’ll come visit all the time. It’s only a few more months anyway, and Joan loves taking care of people almost as much as you do."

My mother hugged me tightly. "Are you sure?"

"I’m sure. You and Dad have been apart for twenty-nine years. Don’t waste another day."

As guests began to leave, offering final congratulations and promises to stay in touch, Noah and I found ourselves alone on the hotel’s terrace, looking out over the city lights.

"We have a lot of catching up to do," I said, taking his hand.

He smiled, that warm, genuine expression that made my heart skip. "I have the rest of my life to catch up with you, Diane. There’s no rush."

"What if I’m difficult?" I asked, sudden insecurity creeping in. "What if I have trust issues? What if I’m not ready for everything you want to give me?"

Noah turned to face me fully, his hands coming up to frame my face. "Then we’ll take it one day at a time. One conversation at a time. One kiss at a time, when you’re ready for that. I’m not going anywhere, Diane. I’ve waited this long to find you—the real you, not the woman hiding behind walls of hurt and anger. I can wait as long as you need me to."

I leaned into his touch, feeling safe and cherished in a way I’d almost forgotten was possible. "I think I’m ready to try to be happy again."

"Good," he said, pressing another gentle kiss to my forehead. "Because you deserve all the happiness in the world. And if you’ll let me, I’d like to spend the rest of my life making sure you get it."