Hannah's POV
I woke up feeling like my entire body was weighed down by shame. The memories of last night hit me like a freight train, and I turned away from Christian, my face burning with humiliation. What had I let him do? What had I become?
The room was still. The early morning light filtered in through the curtains, casting a soft glow over everything, but inside me, there was only darkness. My heart was pounding with a mix of anger and confusion. Was I just some outlet for his jealousy and rage?
I rolled over, looking at him. Christian, the man I thought I loved, lay there, still asleep, as if everything was normal. But it wasn't. I wasn't. My chest tightened, and I felt my eyes sting with unshed tears. He had used me, last night wasn't about love; it was about control.
The humiliation bubbled up in me, and before I could stop myself, I slapped him. Hard. The sound echoed in the silence of the room, and his eyes flew open, confusion quickly turning into shock.