#Chapter 87: The Other Woman

Hannah “You’ll be fine.” Those words felt like daggers twisting deep in my belly. My mouth opened and closed all on its own, too stunned to utter a single coherent word. Hell, I could barely even form a coherent thought, let alone express it out loud. I knew that Noah and I had our glaring problems, but… he wasn’t staying? After I had fallen like that? He was just going to tell me that I would be ‘fine’ and then run away like the air we shared in this room was poison? Finally, despite the pain, I managed to push myself up onto my elbows to fix Noah with a withering glare. “You’re leaving?” I asked incredulously. “Right now?” He nodded. “Yeah. The doctor said you’d be fine with a little rest, so… I have somewhere important to be.” He glanced at his watch again. “I really need to go, Hannah.” I let out a loud scoff. “And where, pray tell, would you be going?” I asked, my voice a low croak. “It’s a Saturday. Don’t go trying to tell me that you ha