My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 13

Hannah watched him leave, her gaze dropping to the floor.

Mrs. Rosenberg Sr. , however, was beaming. “That’s right! I told him to arrange a position for you years ago, but he dragged his feet. It’s alright. I’ll have him put in a good word for you. You can pick and choose whichever cases you like!”

Hannah’s mind was elsewhere. She forced a bitter smile and nodded.

What was this? A peace offering?

If so, she wasn't interested.

She took out her phone and opened WhatsApp, her eyes landing on a specific chat. The message had been sent that morning, but she had yet to reply.

After a moment of hesitation, she typed a response: [I accept your offer. I can start tomorrow.]

She spent the rest of the day with Mrs. Rosenberg Sr. , who had the family doctor come for a check-up. The old woman even had the doctor prescribe a host of fertility herbs.

Staring at the bowl of dark, bitter medicine, Hannah grimaced but drank it all in one go under Mrs. Rosenberg's watchful eye.

She still hadn’t told her about the divorce. The old woman had just had major surgery earlier in the year, and she couldn’t risk upsetting her.

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That evening, Hannah was at her computer, preparing materials for the next day, when she heard the bedroom door open. It was Lionel.

Her fingers paused over the keyboard. She frowned in confusion.

Wasn’t he with Sandra? Why was he back so early?

Seeing her staring, Lionel loosened his tie and sat on the edge of the bed.

And yet, less than a week after Sandra joined Hannah’s firm, he became its largest shareholder.

The memory made Hannah laugh out loud.

“What’s so funny?”

Hannah looked up, her gaze sharp. “So, am I qualified now? I don’t need to go to a small firm to gain experience anymore?”

A dead silence filled the room, punctuated only by the sound of Lionel’s heavy breathing.

“It’s probably for the best. If people find out I got in because of you and I don’t perform well, it would be an embarrassment for you. I’m better off at my small firms.”

Seeing that he intended to sleep in the master bedroom, Hannah picked up her laptop and headed for the guest room. Just as she opened the door, a figure loomed behind her, his hand reaching past her to slam it shut.