My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce novel Chapter 1

“Lionel, if you ask me, you should just make this whole charade official and divorce Hannah Green for good.”

“He’s right. And I bet Sandra’s car crash wasn’t a simple accident. Now that her brother’s gone, who knows what’ll happen to her.”

The moment Hannah heard Lionel Rosenberg was in the hospital, she jumped in her car and raced over.

When she arrived, the elevators were packed, so she took the stairs, climbing ten flights without a second thought. Just as she was about to push open the fire escape door, she heard familiar voices.

The man in the center had deep-set eyes, a shadow of melancholy passing through them. His thin lips were pressed into a line as he held a cigarette between long, elegant fingers, tapping the ash away.

He remained silent for a few seconds before murmuring, “We’ll see.”

“‘We’ll see’? Come on, Lionel, you’re too soft-hearted. So what if Hannah saved your life back then? You paid her a million dollars, didn’t you? And what did she do? She drugged you, crawled into your bed, and forced you to marry her. I’m telling you, that woman is up to no good!”

Lionel took a long drag from his cigarette, his gaze lifting to notice the silhouette behind the door.

The other two men followed his line of sight and saw Hannah, who had arrived at some point without them noticing.

Her hand, pressed against the door, trembled uncontrollably. Strands of hair, damp with sweat, clung to her forehead. Her delicate, pale face was flushed, her lips parted as she struggled to catch her breath.

She took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and walked straight to Lionel. Tilting her head back, she met his cold, indifferent eyes. “You said you were in the hospital.”

A wave of snickers rippled through the air, and the humiliating truth crashed down on her: she had been played.

“Sign this,” Lionel said, ignoring her question as he thrust a document in front of her.

Hannah’s eyes fell to the words on the page, and her brow furrowed instantly. She looked up at him, her gaze steady.

His expression was impassive as he stubbed out his cigarette. “Sandra just made it through surgery. Sign this. It’s just for show, to calm her down.”

When she didn’t react, he added, “That necklace you wanted? I’ll have it delivered in a few days.”

Hannah’s eyes narrowed slightly, a soft, bitter laugh escaping her lips. Without a word, she took the pen he offered.

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