Hell Hath no fury like a billionaire's Ex-Chapter 26: A Friend in Need

Noah’s POV

The weight of everything that had transpired over the past few days sat heavy on my shoulders as I paced Liam’s mansion, phone clutched in my hand. The dim glow of the chandelier cast long shadows across the marble floor, and the hum of distant conversation from the staff only made the silence in my head more deafening.

The media storm surrounding Liam and Diane had reached a fever pitch, and with every headline that flashed across my phone screen, my frustration deepened. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to do something—anything—to help.

I hesitated before dialing Diane’s number, my pulse quickening. This wasn’t just concern—it was something deeper, something I had buried for years. As the phone rang, I told myself this was about being a friend, nothing more.

"Noah?" Diane’s voice was barely above a whisper when she answered.

"Hey, Diane," I said, trying to keep my tone light. "I wanted to check in. How are you holding up with all this... craziness?"

There was a long pause before she replied, "I’m... surviving. Barely."

My heart ached at the pain in her voice.

My grip on the phone tightened "Listen, I was wondering if you might be free to meet up? Maybe we could talk in person?"

"I’d like that," she admitted, a hint of relief in her voice. "It would be nice to see a friendly face."

Relief washed over me. "Great. How about we meet at Oakwood Park in an hour? By the big fountain?"

"Sounds perfect," Diane agreed, a hint of warmth creeping into her voice. "I’ll see you there."

As I hung up, memories flooded back of the times I’d spent with Liam and Diane before I moved away to Chicago. Diane had always been the light in the room, the perfect host, her kindness and warmth making me feel welcome. And if I was honest with myself, she was also the reason I had stayed away for so long.

An hour later, I sat on a bench by the fountain in Oakwood Park, the rhythmic cascade of water offering a stark contrast to the storm I knew Diane was weathering. When I spotted her approaching from the path, my chest tightened.

Even now, in the midst of everything, she was stunning. But the usual fire in her eyes had been dimmed, replaced by something raw and wounded.

I spotted her approaching from the path, still stunning as ever. My heart went out to her as I stood to greet her.

"Diane," I said warmly, opening my arms for a hug.

She stepped into the embrace, and I could feel the tension in her body. As we pulled apart, I got a good look at her face. Her usual vibrant smile, her sparkle was nowhere to be seen, just hurt.

"Thanks for meeting me," I said, gesturing for her to sit. "I’ve been worried about you."

Diane settled onto the bench, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "That’s kind of you, Noah. I appreciate it, really."

I reached out, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Tell me about it. Let it out."

And with that, the floodgates opened. Diane poured out her heart, weeks of pent-up emotion spilling forth in a torrent of words.

"I feel so betrayed, Noah," she confessed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Not just by Liam’s infidelity, but by Sophie too. My own sister!"

I nodded, encouraging her to continue, while internally seething at Liam’s callousness.

"And now, to add insult to injury, Liam’s spreading lies about me in the media," she continued, her voice rising with indignation.

"He’s calling me unfaithful and a gold-digger. Can you believe that? After everything I’ve done for him, after all the love and support I’ve given... they have the audacity to paint me as some sort of opportunist."

I sighed, choosing my words carefully. "Liam has shown his true colors, Diane. And I’m so sorry you’re the one paying the price for his actions."

Diane nodded, wiping at her eyes. "You know what hurts the most? It’s not even the cheating, as awful as that is. It’s the complete disregard for my feelings, for our history together. He’s not even remorseful, Noah."

My heart ached for her. I’d known Liam for years and had seen both his best and worst sides. But this level of cruelty was shocking even to me.

"I’m so sorry, Diane," I said softly. "You deserve so much better than this."

She nodded, a fresh wave of tears spilling down her cheeks. "I just... I don’t know how to move forward from here. How do I face the world knowing that everyone’s talking about me, judging me based on Liam’s lies?"

My blood boiled at her words. I’d seen the tabloid headlines, of course, but hearing the pain in Diane’s voice made it all so much more real.

"That’s not who you are, Diane," I said firmly. "Anyone who knows you knows that’s not true."

She gave me a watery smile. "Thank you. But sometimes... sometimes I wonder if I’ve been a fool all along. Was I just blind to who Liam really was?"

I sighed, choosing my words carefully. "Liam is... complicated. He’s made some terrible choices, no doubt about that. But the Liam I know does care about you, Diane. He’s just... lost his way."

Diane nodded, wiping at her eyes. "I know. Or at least, I thought I knew. But now, with all these stories coming out... I don’t know what to believe anymore."

We sat in silence for a moment, the gravity of the situation hanging heavy between us.

I turned to face her fully, taking both her hands in mine. "Listen to me, Diane. You are one of the strongest, kindest, most genuine people I know. This situation... it doesn’t define you. It’s a Chapter in your story, but it’s not the whole book."

A glimmer of something—hope, maybe?—flickered in her eyes.

"You’ve got people in your corner," I continued. "People who know the real you, who love and support you. Focus on them. Let their belief in you drown out all the noise."

Diane squeezed my hands, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "When did you get so wise, Noah?"

I chuckled, relieved to see a bit of her old spark returning. "I’ve always been wise. You’ve just been too dazzled by Liam’s charm to notice."

That earned me a real laugh, small but genuine. It was like music to my ears after seeing her so down.

As Diane prepared to leave, I pulled her into another hug. "Anytime, Diane. I mean that. Day or night, if you need someone to talk to, I’m here."

She squeezed me tight before pulling away. "I might just take you up on that."

"Please do," I insisted. "And Diane? Remember what I said. You’re stronger than you know. This storm will pass, and you’ll come out the other side even stronger."

Her smile was small but genuine. "I’ll try to remember that. Thank you, Noah. For everything."

As I watched Diane walk away, her steps lighter than when she arrived, I felt a wave of emotions—relief that I’d been able to offer some comfort, anger at Liam for his cruel actions, and an ache in my chest from the feelings I couldn’t express.

I pulled out my phone, quickly typing out a message to Liam:

"Hey man, I’m coming back home soon. We need to talk. This situation with Diane can’t continue. She deserves better, and deep down, I know you’re too stubborn to make this any better. Let me know when you’re ready to have a real conversation about moving forward."

As I hit send, I took a deep breath, glancing one last time at the peaceful park scene, I turned and headed home hoping that somehow, some way, we could all find a path through this problem.

It wouldn’t be easy, but today, at least, felt like a step in the right direction.

Just as I pocketed my phone, it buzzed. Liam’s name flashed across the screen.

I hesitated. He never responded this fast, staring at Liam’s name glowing on the screen. A part of me wanted to ignore the message, to shove my phone into my pocket and pretend I hadn’t seen it. But another part—maybe the part that still considered him a friend—needed to know what he had to say.

I swiped to the message notification, my heart racing. Maybe I wasn’t as ready for this conversation as I thought.

With a deep breath, I tapped to open the message, my fingers tightening around the phone as I read his words:

We need to talk. Now.

My stomach clenched. No preamble, no pleasantries—just an urgent demand. Typical Liam. I exhaled slowly, weighing my options. I could ignore him and focus on Diane, who needed me more than ever. Or, I could confront him, and finally put a stop to all these drama.

With a sigh, I pushed to my feet and headed for my car.