CHAPTER 22: The Confrontation

  Hannah POV

  “Hannah!”

  I jerked back, my eyes snapping open as I turned toward the sound. My pulse was still racing, my thoughts spinning in a whirlwind of confusion. Standing just a few feet away, looking furious and out of place in the dim lighting of the bar, was Michael.

  He was glaring at us with an expression of pure rage, his fists clenched at his sides. The sight of him made my stomach twist in disgust, and whatever spell had been cast between Christian and me broke instantly.

  “Michael?” I whispered, still trying to process what was happening. My heart was still racing, but now it was out of fear and anger rather than anticipation. What was he doing here?

  Michael’s eyes flicked between the two of us, and I could see the fury building in his expression.

  “So this is what you’ve been doing, huh?” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “No wonder you were so eager for the divorce.”