#Chapter 25: High Maintenance

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 jerked his head up from his phone and stared at me for a moment. “What is it?” he asked in that usual prickly demeanor of his—a far cry from the sweet words he had said to me last night. I held the menu