#Chapter 96: On My Own

Hannah I woke up the next morning, my eyes still puffy from spending the night crying, to the smell of bacon wafting through the small house. Almost instantly, I felt my stomach growl and begin to cave in—Goddess, I was hungry. With a yawn, I slowly sat up and stretched. I was still in the guest room at Zoe’s house, the pillow beside me untouched. I wondered if Zoe’s spare pillow was dented from Noah sleeping alongside her. No doubt they had shared a bed last night. It had certainly seemed like it. Shuddering, I folded my arms around myself and shook my head as if to dispel the thoughts of what had happened after Noah had closed the door. There was no point dwelling on it now; I had seen what I had seen. The image of Noah’s shadow standing in front of her, her slender hands reaching for him, their soft voices, had seared itself into my brain. I was certain he had slept with her, maybe more than once, but it didn’t matter anymore. Soon, we would be divorce