He left me hanging, so I disappear forever

I was getting ready to leave, my hands shaking slightly as I zipped my bag. The police had called earlier, saying they’d found one of the men who hurt me. My stomach churned at the thought of facing everything again, but I had to do it. I couldn’t let fear win.

Just as I was about to step outside, Oliver barged into the house, his expression dark and intense.

“Where are you going?” he demanded, his voice sharp.

I ignored him, adjusting the strap of my bag. I didn’t have the energy for him right now.

“Are you going out with your man?” he accused, his words dripping with venom.

I froze, turning to him with a frown. “What are you talking about, Oliver?”

He smirked bitterly, reaching into his pocket. “I know the truth now,” he said, pulling out a stack of photos and throwing them onto the floor between us.

I glanced down, my blood ran cold. There I was in the photos—naked, vulnerable, lying on a bed. My heart raced as I pieced it together. It was from the night I was drugged.

“Where did you get these?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“It doesn’t matter,” he snapped. “What matters is you cheated on me!”

My chest tightened, anger and despair swirling inside me. “I didn’t cheat on you!” I shouted. “I was set up and I was tortured, Oliver!”

But he shook his head, his jaw tightening. “Stop lying, Hannah. I know the truth. Naomi told me everything.”

I let out a bitter laugh, disbelief turning into fury. “Naomi? Of course, it’s Naomi again. I should’ve known.”

“She wouldn’t lie to me,” Oliver said coldly. “She told me what happened because she was hurt. You cheated on me, and she thought I deserved to know.”

I was exhausted—exhausted from the lies, exhausted from his constant faith in Naomi over me. “You know what, Oliver?” I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “Believe whatever you want. I’m done explaining myself to you.”

I turned to leave, but Oliver grabbed my arm, his grip tight and unforgiving. “No,” he said firmly. “You can’t leave me, Hannah.”

“Let me go!” I shouted, trying to pull away.

His face twisted with rage. Before I could process what was happening, his hand shot up, and he slapped me across the face. The force of it made me stumble backward, my cheek burning from the sting.

For a moment, I froze, shocked. I had never seen this side of him before, but the fury in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t done.

“Oliver,” I said, my voice trembling, “you’re free to think whatever you want, but this is over. I’m leaving.”

“Over? No,” he growled. “You’re not leaving me!”

I straightened, my rage bubbling to the surface. Without thinking, I slapped him back, the sound ringing loud in the room. “Yes, I am!” I yelled. “I’m done with you, Oliver!”

Just then, the door opened, and Naomi stepped inside, her eyes wide as she took in the scene.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her voice soft and filled with fake innocence. “Is this my fault? Is that why you’re fighting?”

I rolled my eyes, my patience with her completely gone.

“I didn’t mean to cause trouble,” Naomi continued, her voice trembling as if she were on the verge of tears. “I just… I was so hurt when I found out Hannah cheated on you. You’re like a brother to me, Oliver. I couldn’t keep it to myself.”

My hands clenched into fists at my sides, my anger boiling over. I stepped forward, my voice shaking with rage. “You’re the one cheating with him!” I shouted. “You’re the one ruining us!”