My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 108

Yves’s eyes widened, and he whipped his head around to look at Hannah. Her gaze was fixed on the floor, her expression unreadable.

“Is he insane?” Yves whispered.

Just moments ago, he’d been thinking Lionel would have to do some serious damage control with Sandra after publicly denying her. But this? This was him publicly denying Hannah. He was placating one woman by utterly betraying another.

Yves had known Lionel was a bastard, but he’d never imagined he would be this cruel. To deny his own marriage…

Hannah slowly lifted her head and looked at the man on stage. A question that held the entire weight of her world had been dismissed with simple words. He was already moving on to the next reporter.

It was true, then. What felt like a catastrophe to her was nothing more than an insignificant nuisance to him.

Hannah took a deep breath and stood up, walking out of the press conference.

“You’re not staying?” Yves asked, hurrying after her. “Are you going to post the marriage certificate now? You could destroy him.”

Hannah shook her head. “He wasn’t wrong.”

Yves looked at her, confused.

“We’ll be divorced in a couple of weeks. He’ll be unmarried then, won’t he?” A long, slow breath escaped her lips, and the tension in her brow finally eased. “He was just answering the question ahead of time. Besides, by saying that, he’s basically agreeing to the divorce. Why would I post the certificate now? He might get angry and refuse to sign.”

Listening to her desperate rationalizations, Yves didn’t know what to say.

As she drove off, she didn't notice the black car that pulled out from a side street and began to follow her, staying a car’s length behind. At first, she thought she was imagining things, but when she made a sharp, sudden turn, the car behind her did the same.

It was then she knew. Someone was following her.

Was it Lionel? Or someone he’d sent?

She glanced in the rearview mirror, but the driver was wearing a mask and a hat, their face completely obscured.

Hannah slammed her foot on the accelerator, trying to shake them, but the car stuck to her like glue. Just as she was reaching for her phone to call for help, the car vanished.