“I… I was suffering from a binge eating disorder,” she admitted. “And it was beginning to get out of hand. I knew you took those pills to help yourself purge, so I decided to give them a try.”“But…?” I urged her, knowing that there was more to the story.Ana sighed. “But… My husband and I were also
HannahNoah didn’t return all day and all night; not that I expected any different from him at this point. I could already picture how he likely spent the night sleeping next to Zoe in the hospital, holding her hand through everything.Something that he couldn’t be bothered to do for me.The next mo
HannahI was so stunned that I nearly dropped my plate and mug. Somehow, I managed to keep a hold on it—maybe only because of the way that my knuckles instinctively tightened until they turned white.“You’re kidding me,” I hissed, taking a trembling step forward.Noah popped his spoonful of cereal i
HannahZoe’s house was a mess.I couldn’t believe my eyes as I stepped into the living room. What was clearly meant to be a sleek, modern living room was instead covered in unfolded laundry, dirty dishes, and used takeout containers. The surfaces were cluttered with books, mail, and other random jun
HannahThe comb had just barely managed to slide beneath the couch, hidden from view, when Noah walked into the room with Zoe holding his arm. They both paused in the doorway, Zoe’s mouth hanging open in shock as her eyes roamed her once-filthy living room.“Oh my…” Her hand fluttered to her mouth a
“This casserole is delicious,” Zoe said around a mouthful of pasta, waving her fork around. “You made this, Hannah?”I nodded, although I hadn’t done much more than poke at my own food. “I did.”“Ah. Well, you’re a good cook.”Noah snorted. “It still shocks—” he began, but suddenly stopped, noticing
Hannah“Eat.”Noah held the steaming plate of casserole in front of me, thrusting it a little closer into my face. I narrowed my eyes at him and leaned away, shooting him a wary look.“I’m not hungry.”“Yes, you are. You have to eat something.”Dammit. Noah was right; I was starving. But I wasn’t ab
HannahThe sound of Noah’s voice made me stand so abruptly that I whacked my head on the sofa. Reeling, I clutched the side of my head and began to careen backwards, my other hand windmilling in search of something to grab onto.“Easy, there.”I felt two strong, warm arms wrap around me from behind,
“Almost done…” she murmured, leaning in with a touch of gloss for my lips. I couldn’t help but laugh at how serious she looked, as if I were some delicate art piece she was trying to perfect. Finally, she stepped back with a smile. “There. Now, the dress.” Amber was already at my side, helping m
Hannah The next morning, I woke with a flutter in my stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked up at the ceiling, letting that first realization sink in. It was the day of our wedding. In le
Hannah Mornings had gotten louder since Melody learned to walk. And she wasn’t just walking—she was trying to run, arms flapping and her chubby legs barely holding her up as she went. This morning, she seemed to be hell bent on dashing down the hallway as Noah tried to brush his teeth and I hunted
I laughed, hoping it sounded more natural than I felt. “Hey, I can spoil you once in a while if I want. Just because it’s a Thursday doesn’t mean I can’t surprise you.” We chatted about our day as we ate, filling each other in on all the usual things. But every so often, his eyes would flicker to
Hannah My hands shook a little as I straightened the delicate flower crown over Melody’s soft hair, adjusting it so the petals framed her tiny face just right. She blinked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, slapping her hands contentedly on the top of her high chair. I smiled as I ran my f
Hannah By the time we stepped out of the ring, it felt as if my entire body was on fire. Every muscle seemed to be taut, every heartbeat one thump away from shifting. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to run circles around the building or maybe tear up the walls like a caged animal. What was wrong wit
Hannah For what felt like the hundredth time that morning, I sidestepped Drake’s punch with ease, narrowly dodging his hook. Training with him had become an obsession of mine lately. He’d pushed me in ways I hadn’t expected, helping me learn how to use my speed and endurance instead of relying on
Noah pushed himself harder, letting out a playful howl as he gained on her, the hunt pulsing through his veins like a drug. She glanced back, her ears twitching, and he saw her eyes flash with excitement before she put on an extra burst of speed. It became a game of cat and mouse, each of them pus
Noah For the millionth time that morning, Noah’s gaze drifted from the stack of papers on his desk to the stretch of forest that was visible through the office window. The afternoon light filtered through the trees, casting that familiar, deep green hue over the landscape. Just seeing the expans