Regret in His Wake (Hannah and Zachary) novel Chapter 21

The room's warm atmosphere suddenly turned awkward, leaving the waiter in a discomforted stance with a bouquet of roses in hand, unsure whether to present or retreat.

Seeing Hannah remain silent for so long, the waiter quietly slipped away.

But this didn't deter Zachary. Every day, he sent a bouquet of pink roses to her studio. And every day, the roses ended up tossed in the trash before they even crossed the threshold.

At yet another art exhibition, Zachary cornered her, desperate to know why she refused his flowers.

Hannah regarded him for a long moment, and then let out a sardonic laugh. After being married for five years, he still didn’t understand her at all.

"Because I don't like you, Zachary. So I don't like anything you send me. Why can't we just part ways amicably? I thought our divorce would make you the happiest man alive."

He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with shattered starlight, his voice trembling. He instinctively reached for her hand.

"It's not that, Hannah. I didn't feel happy about the divorce. I got used to having you in my life. Not until you left did I realize it was you I truly am into, not Anna. She was just a remnant of youthful defiance, and now she's gone. Why can't we go back to the way things were?"

The way things were. A flicker of nostalgia crossed Hannah’s eyes. The past was nothing but torment for her, and she had no desire to return to it.

She sidestepped his grasp, her voice cooling a degree.

"Zachary, just listen to what you’re saying. You only got used to me like one gets used to a housekeeper. Except other housekeepers didn’t risk their lives for you like I did. Do you genuinely believe you love me? Listen to yourself."

Zachary's face turned pale. Since joining the Cole family at eighteen, she'd never seen him so desolate.

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