A look of pure devastation washed over Hannah''s face. A chilling coldness seeped into her limbs, creeping toward her heart.


    Her breathing became chaotic, her chest heaving with a silent, raging storm. She fought for control, but when she opened her mouth to speak, no sound came out.


    "Hannah, I have never been ashamed of you for being an orphan," he said. "You never wanted to talk about it, so I never pushed. A person''s past..."


    "How was I supposed to talk to you about it?" she finally choked out, shoving his hand away. She grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down to her level.


    The yard was full of children. She fought to keep her voice low, but every word wasced with venom.


    "Our life was so hard back then. You were working yourself to the bone, and I didn''t want to burden you with my past. And I didn''t want to relive it!"


    "We got married, and things finally started to get better, but... did I ever have a chance to tell you? And even if I did, would you have listened? Would you haveforted me?"


    "No. You wouldn''t have. Forgetfort, in thest three years, the most we''ve seen of each other is now, when we''re getting a divorce."


    Tears streamed down her face. The painful memories of her childhood were a crushing weight, pinning her down. So many times, she had wanted to open up to him, to tell him everything.


    But life had been too hard. She had been juggling work and school, while he was struggling to build his business and taking on odd jobs. There was never a moment for such confessions.


    And now, after all this time, he was using her of being ashamed of her past. "Bad woman! Are you hurting Mr. Rosenberg? Let him go!"


    "Let go of him, you meandy!"


    A group of small children ran over, their tiny fists beating against Hannah''s legs, pulling at her clothes.


    Hearing them call her a bad person, Hannah let out a hollow, defeatedugh and released her grip on his shirt.


    "Mr. Rosenberg, the ceremony is about to start. Sandra is waiting for us. Let''s go! Don''t mind this mean person!"


    A child took Lionel''s hand, pulling him towards the main yard.


    Lionel took a step, then hesitated, looking back at Hannah. She stood frozen, her eyes filled with a look of pure hatred He turned away, a wave of disappointment washing over him.


    From the moment she refused to confide in him, he should have known how much her past bothered her.


    Bringing her here was a mistake.


    "So, you''ve be quite arrogant now that you''vetched onto someone rich."


    The familiar voice from behind her was like a cattle prod to her nerves. Hannah spun around.


    Jason was standing there, his hands sped behind his back, a smug smile on his face.


    Hannah instinctively stumbled back, keeping a safe distance between them.


    "Does Mr. Rosenberg know about all the things you did as a child?" he purred taking a step forward for


    every one


    back


    she took back. If he knew,


    do you think he would still want


    you?"


    He closed the distance between them, his eyes crinkling with amusement.


    "To think that trash like you could


    be awyer. What would your


    colleagues say if they found out?


    Would they still let you practicew?" Content Belongs to


    “Jason!” Hannah''s eyes were bloodshot as she red at him. “What did I do? All


    of those things... that was you! Not me!"