#Chapter 227: The Coronation

Hannah That gaudy ring flashing on Zoe’s finger felt like an insult. And it was. Noah had gotten engaged to her mere days after our own divorce had gone through. Three days—that was all it had been since I collapsed in the foyer of my childhood home. Three days since I had keened and dug gouges into the floor with my claws. Three days, and he was already planning a wedding with that little… “How?” I don’t know how I managed to choke that word out around the icy lump in my throat. “How could he do this? So soon after…?” Drake’s hand on my shoulder tightened. Viona was still too stunned and furious to speak. “Because he’s a bastard, Hannah,” Drake hissed. “A lying, cheating bastard.” Drake was right. Noah was a lying, cheating bastard. My shock suddenly gave way to fury. I scrolled past that damning photo of the two of them and went down to the comments. My hand shook as I began to read—the top few comments were from verified accounts, other Alph