#Chapter 147: Catfish - Part I

Hannah I shuddered as I looked at my phone: the forum post claiming to have proof of my divorce with Noah was up to 7,000 likes. Just 3,000 more, and the poster would supposedly post this so-called ‘proof’... Whatever it may be. “Hannah? Earth to Hannah?” The sound of Viona’s voice snapped me out of my haze. I quickly shut my phone off and slipped it into my purse, meeting her gaze from across the table. For now, I would have to push the thoughts of that forum post out of my mind. After all, I was supposed to be out for dinner with my friend. “You okay?” Viona asked, eyeing me from across the booth at our favorite restaurant. She dipped a chip into the nacho cheese, swirled it around, then took a big bite. I forced a smile and shook my head, sipping my drink. “Yeah, I’m fine. My mind is just… elsewhere right now.” Elsewhere. Still stuck on that night with Noah, more like. I still couldn’t get that image out of my mind: his large form hunched over me