My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 150

"Get up. That's my seat," the man said to Hannah without any pleasantries.

Hannah looked him over. "This one's much better looking than your last date," she commented to Sandra.

She gathered her things and stood. "Think about what I told you today, Ms. Woods."

With a bright smile, Hannah moved to a nearby table.

The man shot her a disgusted look. He clearly wanted to say something, but with her sitting so close, he could only glare at her, trying to kill her with his eyes.

Hannah ignored him completely, focusing on her meal while keeping an ear open for their conversation.

Although this date was an improvement over the one at Ryth, his words were exactly the same. Sandra's face grew increasingly grim. She stared down at her plate, silent, her mind racing with what Hannah had just told her, wondering if it was true.

"Are you even listening to me?" the man snapped, annoyed by her distraction. He rapped his knuckles sharply on the table. "Didn't your parents teach you any manners? Look at me when I'm talking to you."

Startled, Sandra looked up, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and fear.

"You know what kind of situation your family is in. Don't you dare put on your little princess act with me. If it weren't for your looks, I wouldn't have even bothered showing up," he said, crossing his arms with a look of disdain.

Sandra noticed people at the surrounding tables staring, and she lowered her head in embarrassment. As she did, she saw Hannah smiling.

That damn bitch. She was still here, eavesdropping.

Damn her!

Hannah finished her meal. The man was still listing off his endless demands. She gave Sandra one last smile and left.

Sandra's hands, hidden beneath the table, were clenched so tightly her knuckles were white. She fought to suppress the rage boiling inside her.

But when she got home and saw the table covered in the jewelry she had sold, all of it bought back, her face fell.

This was her "luck"?

"I bought back the jewelry you sold. Count it, see if anything is missing. If there is, let me know, and I'll have Owen find it."

Lionel sat on the sofa, his expression unreadable as he watched her. He had expected her to be excited, thrilled, maybe even moved.

But all he saw on her face was a flicker of… disgust?

Owen stood nearby, grinning obsequiously. "Madam, Mr. Rosenberg really went all out for you today. If you could just check that everything's here, I'll have someone put it all away for you."

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