My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 139

“So you really didn’t know he was going to Nyden?”

Sandra put down her phone, a pained sigh escaping her lips. “Not until you told me. I’ve been having nightmares ever since what happened with Zack’s men. I still wake up terrified in the middle of the night.”

Tears welled in her eyes. She blinked, forcing one to spill over and trail down her cheek.

“The Woods family is in so much trouble. I was saving that money for my parents, but they refused to take it. And now Mr. Jones has cheated me out of it. I can’t believe I trusted him… I’m so angry!”

She covered her face with her hands and began to cry softly, drawing glances from nearby tables.

Lionel handed her a tissue. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have suspected you.”

Sandra took the tissue and dabbed at her eyes. “It’s not your fault. The timing of that transfer would make anyone suspicious.”

Lionel picked up his phone and transferred a hundred thousand dollars to her account.

Sandra looked up, surprised.

“You probably won’t get that money back,” he said. “This is for you to use in the meantime. I won’t let the Woods family go under.”

She looked at him, her heart swelling with a pang of regret. Why hadn’t she married him when she had the chance? He was everything she could have wanted. But it wasn’t too late. He was about to be a free man, and her opportunity was coming.

Lionel’s phone buzzed with a message from Owen, summoning him back for a meeting.

“Take the money. If you need more, just ask. I have to go.”

Thank you, you foolish, foolish woman, she thought.

“Hannah, have you liked my post yet?” Anna called out. “I just need one more like to get the 20% off coupon for that BBQ place tonight!”

“On it,” Hannah replied, scrolling to Anna’s post and tapping the like button.

“Yes! I got it! One hour until quitting time, and then it’s all-you-can-eat brisket!”

As night fell, Lionel finished up at the office and drove home. The moment he opened the front door, he knew something was off.

A figure he didn’t recognize came running out from the living room. “You’re home!” she cooed, her voice sickly sweet. “You’re so late today.”