Soon enough, a group of socialites, led by Yolanda, approached Hannah with mocking laughter. When Hannah looked up again, she found herself surrounded by a crowd.
Yolanda grinned at her. "Hannah, what does it matter that you've been married to my brother all these years? You're still just standing here watching him and Anna being all lovey-dovey.
I told you long ago, my brother's heart belongs to Anna. Being with you is just a way for him to heal his broken heart. You should've taken the hint and left ages ago. How can you cling onto him with such shamelessness?"
Hannah had to hurry back to pack her bags and wasn’t in the mood to engage with them. She turned to leave, but the group only escalated their taunts.
"Dreaming of becoming a princess, are we?"
"If Anna hadn't gone abroad, do you think someone like you could ever become Mrs. Cole?"
"You should know your place."
"Take my advice, if you have any sense, you'd step down and leave the Cole family on your own."
They jeered as they shoved her around.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"We’re talking to you, aren't you listening?"
When Hannah remained silent, one of the more hot-tempered women lost her patience and gave her a hard shove.
With an ear-splitting sound, Hannah was sent sprawling into a towering stack of champagne glasses behind her, the delicate flutes shattering on impact. The mix of white wine and red blood created a shocking sight.
Immediately, every eye in the room was on her. On stage, Zachary's pupils contracted fiercely. He quickly let go of Anna's hand and rushed over.
Seeing Hannah lying on the floor, bloodied and hurt, he was filled with anger. He knelt and cradled her in his arms, calling for a private doctor while glaring coldly at the onlookers.
"Who did this?!"
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