#Chapter 224: Whiplash

Hannah My mind reeled as I stared at those words. Notice of Divorce. The world seemed to tilt on its axis as I read them over and over and over again. If I’d had the strength to do so, I might have even pinched myself to find out if I was having some kind of nightmare. But I just stood there, frozen, my arms hanging limply at my sides. “...What?” That was the only word I managed to choke out after an eternity, the lump in my throat feeling like millions of shards of glass piercing my esophagus. Noah’s eyes were cold, devoid of any warmth or love. So much unlike the man who had held me all night. So far from the husband who had thrown me a baby shower and called me his queen and kissed me in front of everyone. “I want a divorce,” he said matter-of-factly. My throat bobbed. “Why?” Those shards of glass shattered even more. I could hardly breathe. Noah merely shrugged, shoving the topmost paper—the one with two lines to sign, one for m