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

　　The next day when I woke up and got ready for the office, I felt a bit relieved that today I will talk to Christian. My heart was at peace that today, we will clear our misunderstandings. I came to the firm. I started doing my usual work. At lunch time I took a break and checked my social media. I tried so much to concern trate on my work. But my thoughts drifted back to Christain.


　　Sitting at my desk, I stared at my phone, debating whether to try him one more time. But I didn't do it, needing to check in with someone familiar, I tried calling Aubrey a few times, she didn't pick up. So, I decided to video call Sarah. She had been one of my closest colleagues at the office, and I missed our chats. Besides, it was about time I caught up on what was happening back home.


　　The call connected, and Sarah's face appeared on the screen, her usual bright smile greeting me. "Hannah! It's so good to see you! How's life over there?"


CHAPTER 88: The Rumor