Hannah
Seeing Zoe kiss Noah’s cheek so tenderly, so lovingly, had filled me with a rage that made me want to lash out. I wanted to scream, cry, yell and throw things, even resort to my purging pills once more despite the fact that they had long since been flushed down the toilet.
But I didn’t do any of those things. I don’t love Noah anymore, I kept telling myself. It shouldn’t matter. Right now, my only goal was to gain enough approval so that when our divorce began, I would have a leg up on the matter.
It was sometime around the afternoon that I caught Noah once again as he was walking out of the banquet hall where tonight’s gala was to be held. He was absorbed in a text on his phone, and almost didn’t even notice me until I literally stepped in his way.
“Ahem.”
Noah
