My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 110

Seeing Quennel act more like a worried husband than he did, Lionel felt a heavy blow land in his chest. He wrenched his arm free. “Move. I need to see her.”

He tried to push past, but Quennel blocked him again, shoving him hard against the wall. He grabbed Lionel’s collar, his face inches away.

“What right do you have to see her?” Quennel hissed through clenched teeth.

“I’m her husband. What right do you think I have?” Lionel retorted, grabbing Quennel’s wrists. “Quennel, don’t overstep.”

The two men strained against each other, a silent battle of strength and will.

Quennel let out a bitter laugh. “I’m surprised you even remember you’re her husband. I thought you’d forgotten all about your wife while you were busy clinging to that other woman.”

“If I hadn’t gotten there in time, Hannah would have been killed by the person Sandra sent after her. Did you know that?”

Lionel froze. “What did you say?”

Veins bulged on the back of Quennel’s hand. “The driver was her assistant! Is this your idea of handling things, Lionel? Couldn’t wait another ten days for the divorce, so you decided to become a widower and marry Sandra tomorrow?”

Seeing the genuine confusion on Lionel’s face, Quennel shoved him away in disgust.

“I have no idea what Hannah ever saw in you. You deny your marriage at a press conference, then let your mistress try to have her killed. You’re pathetic, Lionel. Being with you is nothing but suffering for her.”

Lionel’s expression shifted from confusion to disbelief, then to sheer horror. He pushed past Quennel and rushed back into the treatment room.

“I was tied up with the press conference all afternoon,” Lionel said, following them out. “I just found out what happened and I came straight…”

“Does that have anything to do with me?” Hannah cut him off, the image of him declaring himself single to a room full of reporters flashing in her mind.

And now here he was, playing the role of the concerned husband.

Lionel, do you even hear yourself? How can one person be so cruel and so caring, all at once?

She took a long, slow breath and forced a smile, giving him a slight, formal bow. “Mr. Rosenberg, I am no longer your employee. My affairs are no longer your concern. You shouldn't have come. We wouldn’t want anyone to misunderstand our relationship. After all, my social media is still being flooded with hate mail.”