My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 149

"After all," Sandra said with faux sympathy, "a divorcée is considered damaged goods. And with your lack of family connections, Ms. Green, it might be difficult to find someone of quality. But don't worry, with your looks, I'm sure you'll find someone decent."

Hannah finished ordering and set her phone down.

"I've never understood why a woman's value is always tied to her marital status. Unmarried, poorly married, divorced—it's like we're just products on a shelf, constantly being devalued. I've only ever seen myself as a person, and my worth has nothing to do with a man."

Sandra was clearly stung by her words, taking a sip of water to hide her discomfort.

"Still, you might want to put the blind dates on hold, Ms. Woods. Your own house is about to be robbed."

Hannah didn't beat around the bush. She pulled up a few key clips from the security footage and handed her phone to Sandra.

"Cora is the daughter of my housekeeper, Lily, who is Mary's right-hand woman. The moment they heard we were getting a divorce, they sent the daughter over to get a head start. Who knows, on the day we finalize the papers, you might find her in Lionel's bed. By then, it'll be too late for blind dates."

Hannah knew that while Cora was young, she was ambitious and cunning, a real handful. Even though she'd been fired, she wouldn't give up easily. But Sandra was no pushover either. When two thorns clashed, it was just a matter of who was sharper.

As Sandra watched the videos, her face hardened, and her breathing grew heavy. The woman on the screen, acting like she was already Lionel's wife, fussing over him with such familiarity… Sandra wanted to reach through the screen and slap her.

How could anyone be so shameless?

"I really loved that necklace. I was so jealous when I saw you wearing it the other day. I'm glad you sold it, though. Now I can just contact the owner and buy it for myself. So thank you, Ms. Woods, for making my wish come true."

As she watched Sandra's composure begin to crumble, Hannah's smile widened.

Sandra's hands, which had been resting on the table, slowly dropped to her lap. Just as she was about to speak, a man appeared at their table.

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