NovelUSAChapter 0081
Chapter 0081
Hannah
| couldn't breathe.
Something dreadful swelled in my chest, my breath lodged in my throat as | stumbled blindly away from the
library room, Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, my shoulders shaking with the force of my silent sobs.
Seeing Noah like that, laughing and joking and carrying on with those kids... It was like a punch to the gut. | felt
as if all of the air had been knocked out of my lungs, or like the rug had been pulled out from under
me.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe was so good with them. So natural, so playful, so utterly at ease. Sure, it had taken him a few minutes, but...
| guessed a part ofhad always known, deep down, that he would make a wonderful father. But seeing it with
my own eyes was almost too much to bear.
Especially when paired with the crushing knowledge that | was pregnant with his child. His child that he might
never know about, never get to experience this kind of joyful bonding with.
The hallway seemed to spin aroundas | finally found a quiet stairwell, sinking down onto the steps and
burying my face in my hands. Wave after wave of sobs crashed over me, my shoulders heaving with the effort of
holding back the sounds. No, | couldn’t let anyone seecry.
| had no idea how long | sat there, lost in my own thoughts, before a sudden creak of the door reached my ears. |
flinched, hunching my shoulders instinctively as | tried to stifle my cries.
But it was too late.
“Hannah?”
Noah's low voice drifted toward me, achingly familiar but also fillingwith anger just at his presence. So now
he decided to cto me, when | had needed him at the haunted house, though, he had gone to Zoe instead. If
she were here, would he have ctoat all?
| squeezed my eyes shut, feeling fresh tears slip from beneath my lashes as my cheeks flushed hot with
humiliation and anger.
| heard him cross the small space, and a moment later the stair creaked ever so slightly as he settled himself a
few feet away from me. He didn’t speak again, didn’t press or pry. | couldn’t decide if his silence was comforting
or if it just madeeven angrier. Why couldn't he just f***g say something?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhat do you want?” | hissed, maybe a bit more forcefully than intended.
He remained silent. | didn’t look at him, didn’t pull my hands away from my face. But | felt the air shift around
his hand in a circle, nor did he try to pullinto his arms like a husband should. He simply let it rest there as my
body shook with the force of my sobs.
And somehow, impossibly, that simple gesture madecry even harder.
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