The Women By Kristin Hannah Summary 소설 & 이야기

CHAPTER 002 Hannah’s POV: “Sold to Mr Hargrove.” The auctioneer’s voice boomed, silencing the rather opulent auction room. I walked into the auction, my heels clicking rhythmically, the sharp sound dragging everyone’s attention. I kept my head and neck high, my back straight, and my gaze ahead. Just like I was taught. I could feel the weight of their gazes, like they were trying to tear through my facade. I dared not meet any of their eyes. I wasn’t here for them. Not at all. I was here for her.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

“Ophelia, please… stop this. You’re scaring everyone.” Ophelia’s gaze softened for only a second when she looked at her mother. “I’m not the one you should be afraid of,” she said quietly. “She is.” She pointed at Wren, whose tears glistened down her cheeks as she pressed closer to Hannah. “You’re wrong about me,” Wren sobbed. “I’d never hurt anyone, I swear.” In their last life, Hannah’s death had been twisted into a tragedy that tore their family apart. Wren had carefully orchestrated everything — whispering lies, planting evidence, and feeding poison into fragile hearts — until Hannah, devastated by the false belief that Nathan had betrayed her, took her own life.

She bellowed without hesitation. Athena scoffed. "Ah, so this is really the reason why you keep on eyeing me, huh? You think of me as a simple woman who wished to be entangled with him for his money? It seems that my hidden motive has been discerned by you. Crystal clear." She sneered. "Most women are easy to read. You're no exemption." Hannah snorted. She had a smug smile on her face as he glanced at the man with a serious expression on his face. 'He would never stop hating you for this!' She thought it felt like celebrating.

Mary snapped, losing her patient, “just because it's not white, doesn't mean it's black, Amber." "I don't understand," I said. "What I was trying to say is..., women in our circumstances need to be smart. Know better, know how to keep our life in line and...," Hanna then lowered her lips to my ears. "We lure them in then get things done quietly," I flinched. Her warm breath tickled me.

Ashley lowered her head, a slight smirk at the corner of her mouth. When she looked up again, she wore a pitiful, aggrieved expression. I stood and walked to Ashley, suddenly slapping her hard enough to knock her to the ground. "Isn't it normal for a mistress to hide from the wife? What, do you think you can strut around in front of us?" I said. Pausing, I looked at the gawking crowd and clapped my hands, "Everyone, come listen. Let me introduce her," I announced. "This is a mistress, female, named Ashley Anderson, twenty-seven years old, a serial home-wrecker," I continued.

In their place was a freedom that was worth more than anything. She thought of the women in the valley. Their hands were rough. Their faces were lined with the realities of life. She felt a connection to them. They were all queens in their way. They ruled their homes with a kind of strength. Hannah was no longer a Lady Vane. She was Hannah, the woman who had found her voice in the chaos of her kitchen and her strength in the weight of her growing children.

continued Evania Luqman. “Yeah, you’re right… Women accept. Until forever, the marks and trails will remain there. Men release. Whatever having been released won’t leave any marks or trails. That’s a cruel and unfair fact but there’s nothing we can do about that.” Hanny Lin Rosenda showed her bit stiff smile. “What’s… What’s… What’s happening to you, Hanny?” asked Sumico, intensely staring at one of her best sisters. Being stared intensely like that, Hanny Lin Rosenda became a bit jumpy and nervous.