Chapter 348: Chapter 366

Chapter 0365 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 me and one for him, and one of them already held his signature–toward me.

That movement alone made me feel as if I had been punched in the gut. This had to be some kind of cruel joke, right? Some kind of horrible prank? A poor attempt at macabre humor?

But as I searched his face for any sign of the sweet, loving man I thought I had come to know over the past months, I found nothing but contempt. Before there had been little wildfires burning in those green eyes, but now that forest had turned as icy as the coldest winter.

“You’re... you’re joking, right?” I asked, my voice trembling.

Noah let out a harsh laugh. “Joking? God, you really are as stupid as you look. I’m honestly sorry that you’re dumb enough to believe I would ever love someone like you.”

Each word was like a dagger to my heart. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. This couldn’t be happening. I would have crumpled to the floor had it not been for the wall beside me. I pushed my hand into that wall with what little strength I had, begging my legs to keep me upright.

“But... but the baby,” I stammered, my hand instinctively moving to my swollen belly.

Noah’s lip curled in disgust. “You mean that thing? I’ve always known it’s not mine. You’ve probably been whoring around with Drake or who knows who else. Maybe you don’t even know who the father is.”

With that, he shoved the paper a little closer. He yanked a pen out of the inner pocket of his jacket and threw it on the table with force.

“Noah, what’s happening to you?” I begged, tears starting to form in my eyes. “What’s going on? Yesterday, you... we... Does Zoe have anything to do with this?”

1/2 +25 BONUS Chapter 0365 “What? You thought I was actually talking to Zoe today?” He sneered. “I was out finalizing the divorce from my end.”

“But last night-”

“Right,” he huffed, looking away with a clenched jaw. “The sex. I just needed to keep you happy to stop you from trying to take money or items from the house That’s why I’ve been so sweet, throwing parties for you, buying you things... fucking you.

Goddess, you’re just as dumb as you’ve always been, Hannah.”

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. All of it–the tender moments, the lovemaking, the baby shower -it had all been a lie. A calculated move to keep me docile while he prepared to throw me away.

Hot, viscous fury bubbled up inside of me, mixing and mingling with the pain and hurt until I could barely see straight.

With shaking hands, I grabbed the papers and the pen. “You lying bastard,” I spat, scribbling my signature on the dotted lines.

As I signed, my eyes fell on the silver picture frame Noah had given me just the night before. I had put it on the foyer table, hoping to someday fill it and display it where every visitor would see.

Well, not anymore.

In a fit of rage, I grabbed it and smashed it on the floor. The glass shattered, scattering across the marble tiles. “Bastard,” I repeated, my voice hoarse.

Noah didn’t even flinch–not at the frame, and not at the words. As the glass skittered across the floor between us, his expression remained impassive as if he didn’t even recognize the gift he had just given me yesterday.

“There,” I said, shoving the signed papers at him. “You got what you wanted. I hope you’re happy.”