Hannah's POV
"Did you see Christian talking to that new woman? He's been with her for ages."
"Yeah, he hasn't looked that engaged in a conversation in a long time. Must be love or something."
Love? My chest tightened, and my heart thudded painfully in response. Love? With her? The same woman I had seen him talking to earlier—the one with the perfect hair and the confident smile?
The murmurs around me faded into the background as I made my way toward my office, my footsteps feeling heavier with every step. My heart raced, each beat a reminder of the jealousy I was trying so hard to suppress. The image of Christian talking so intently with the woman replayed in my mind, making me question everything.
As soon as I closed the door behind me, I let out a sharp breath, leaning against the wooden frame. My hands were shaking, my stomach twisted in knots.