My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 101

With so many people and security cameras around, she probably wouldn't dare pull anything too outrageous.

Hannah drove out of the underground parking garage, heading toward the central plaza. She didn’t notice the black car parked across the street, its driver watching her every move.

From his driver's seat, Lionel Rosenberg tracked the car as it emerged. The moment it came into the light, he recognized the person behind the wheel.

So, it really was Hannah hiding in the bedroom earlier.

The plate of pastries on the table—she must have made them.

How long had it been since she’d cooked for him? And now she was not only living in Quennel's apartment but making meals for him too?

His gaze darkened. Gripping the steering wheel, he floored the accelerator and sped after Hannah’s car.

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It was rush hour at the central plaza, and the area was bustling with people heading home from work. Hannah found the spot Sandra had mentioned, near a wide staircase. As she walked up, she saw Sandra waiting for her.

“Hannah!” Sandra exclaimed, taking a couple of steps down to meet her. “Are you hungry? There’s a new restaurant nearby that Mr. Jones has been raving about. We could try it.”

“Just say what you need to say,” Hannah replied coolly, stepping to the side to avoid blocking the stairs.

Seeing her indifference, Sandra’s expression crumpled. She stood on the step below, looking up with a wounded expression. “I honestly didn’t know Xenia would do something like that. She seemed so young and innocent, and the client was in such a rush… I just assumed she was telling the truth. That’s why I let Lionel misunderstand you.”

“I… I didn’t. Please, don’t spread rumors,” Sandra stammered, swallowing hard. She could feel eyes on her from every direction. “Nothing happened between us! Your marriage was failing on its own. You can’t blame me for everything.”

This woman is insane, Sandra thought. How can she bring this up in public? Isn’t she afraid of how Lionel will react?

“Nothing happened?” Hannah took a step forward, her voice dripping with ice. “Then why did he make me sign divorce papers just to placate you?”

Sandra opened her mouth to retort, but her eyes suddenly widened. She stumbled back, her body tipping precariously.

“Ah—!”

“Sandra!”