'In that case, she would grant them their wish and let herself go as well.'
'Wouldn't that be a happy ending for everyone?'
Morgan Joyce gently patted Hannah Hale's shoulder. "You head back to the private room. I'll handle this."
"It's okay, I can handle it myself."
Hannah Hale gave Morgan Joyce a small, dimpled smile, then turned and walked away on her high heels. She moved step by step, her eyes filled with the calm that follows despair.
"Nathan Redgrave, let's get a divorce tomorrow."
Nathan Redgrave met Hannah Hale's gaze. The girl's red, swollen eyes were unnervingly calm, her detached attitude making her seem like a mere bystander.
'He had just seen her and Morgan Joyce go into the stairwell. She must have been crying in there.'
"Why?"
"Just now, in that single moment, I stopped loving you. And I don't want to be blindly devoted any longer."
It took every ounce of Hannah Hale's strength to keep from crying.
She even managed to maintain a smile—a very composed one.
