I was not supposed to arrive early for the early flight, but I did. The perfect marriage life I once thought was broken in front of me. I watched my husband and my trusted assistant cheat on me. 
The wrong suitcase led me to meet the man I had ignored. Can it help me find a new love life?
How will Hannah retaliate in the face of betrayal? Can Hannah find new love?

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There was something about Hannah that pulled me in, something I couldn't even explain. Even now, I know she is married, I found myself thinking about her more than I should. 
The way her eyes lit up when she smiled, the way she laughed with such genuine joy—it was all so captivating. I wanted to be the one to make her smile, to be the one she turned to when she needed someone.
But then, reality hit me—she was still talking to Michael. The minutes ticked by, and I began to feel of jealousy. Did married couples have that much to discuss? How long could they possibly talk? Would Hannah ever want to talk to me for that long? These thoughts gnawed at me, making me restless.

Wrong Taken, True Passion

　　I leaned against the side of my car, checking my watch for the third time in as many minutes. The sun had begun its slow descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the street in front of our office building. I couldn't help but smile, the excitement of the evening ahead filling me with anticipation.


　　Tonight was special. It was our first night out together since Hannah finally decided to give our relationship a chance, and I had big plans for the evening.


　　I had reservations at one of the finest restaurants in town, a place with candlelit tables, soft music, and the kind of ambiance that set the stage for something unforgettable. I even picked out a bottle of her favorite wine to go with dinner. It was all perfect.


　　But as I glanced at my phone again, the smile faded slightly. It had been over twenty minutes since Hannah was supposed to meet me here, and there hadn't been a word from her. No text, no call. Nothing.


CHAPTER 60: The Vanishing