Yvette even made sure to rub it in by flashing her a triumphant smile when Fabian turned around.
The journalists were all snapping away like crazy, but Hannah couldn’t even bring herself to hold up her camera.
It wasn’t until the car had completely disappeared from sight that she was able to breathe a sigh of relief and began walking away.
One of the journalists exclaimed, “I heard Fabian is already married, and yet Yvette managed to win him over… She really is something…”
To make matters worse, a hole tore open in Hannah’s shoes, rendering them completely unusable.
With a frown on her face, Hannah tossed them into the trash can in the corner and decided to go barefoot instead.
Every step she took on the burning hot ground felt like torture as she made her way home.
She arrived home about an hour later and changed into a white nightgown after taking a shower.
Hannah glanced at the clock and saw that it was already 11:00 p.m., but Fabian had yet to return.
He’s probably in bed with Yvette right now, huh…
A wry smile spread across her face at the thought of that. She was biting down on her lip so hard that it had gone pale, but she didn’t seem to feel the pain at all.
Fabian and I have been married for a year now, and yet I have never understood him in the slightest… Perhaps our marriage never did hold any meaning to begin with…
The sound of the door opening snapped her out of her train of thoughts, and Hannah instinctively got up to welcome him as usual. However, she sat back down on the bed after taking a glance at his silhouette outside the window.
Fabian switched on the lights in the pitch black room when he came in, and Hannah responded by instinctively shielding her eyes with her hands.
“Why didn’t you turn on the lights?” he asked in a calm and indifferent tone.
“I just got up for a glass of water, so I couldn’t be bothered,” she replied in a similar tone as she reached for the glass on the coffee table. “You must be tired after having such a long day. Why don’t you go ahead and get some rest?”
Fabian broke into a grin as he stared at her slim figure from behind.
Is she jealous?
“You won’t even pour me a glass of water?” he asked playfully while draping his suit jacket on the sofa.
Hannah froze for a brief moment before setting her glass down to get him another one, only to have him pick up her glass and drink from it instead.
He then shot her a gleeful smile as if to assert his dominance over her.
Hannah rolled her eyes at him. “Now that you’ve had your drink, I’ll be heading back to bed.”
“Okay,” Fabian replied as he took another sip from the glass.
Hannah tightened her grip on the hem of her nightgown as she made her way towards the bed, her movement extremely slow due to the pain on her feet.
Fabian frowned when he noticed that and quickly pulled her into his arms as he asked, “What happened to your feet?”
“Nothing…” she replied.
What am I supposed to say? That I walked home all by myself like an idiot after watching my husband leave with another woman?
Hannah thought to herself as she tried to push him off, but Fabian simply tightened his grip on her even further. “Hold still! I’ll get your wounds treated!”
“That won’t be necessary. I’ve already taken care of it myself earlier. Besides, I think I should get used to looking after myself anyway.” Her tone sounded extremely cold when she said that.
