My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 151

Hannah’s gaze swept over the table, but she didn’t see the necklace that had been special-ordered two months ago. It seemed her guess had been wrong after all. The necklace really had been for Sandra.

She picked up a random bracelet, fiddled with it for a moment, then tossed it back onto the table without a word and headed upstairs.

"Hannah!"

Her indifference infuriated Lionel. "What is it you want?" he demanded. "You sell the jewelry behind my back to hide assets, and I don't say a word. I get it all back for you, and you give me this attitude. Is this still about what happened this morning?"

Hannah paused on the stairs, her hand resting on the banister, her fingers tapping lightly. Her face, framed by her perfectly applied makeup, was as cold as ice. After a few seconds of thought, she turned back to him.

"I'll get the money and pay you back."

The one saving grace was that she hadn't spent any of it yet; it was still sitting in the accounts she shared with Tess.

"Is that what I want?" Lionel retorted. Her coldness felt like a physical barrier between them, a distance that was growing wider by the day. "I've already gotten rid of Cora. She won't be coming back."

"As for this morning, if you had told me what happened, I would have checked the cameras. I wouldn't have made you come home. You should have just told me."

Hannah crossed her arms and leaned against the banister.

He was always like this, never reflecting on his own mistakes, always finding a way to blame her. Sometimes, she truly envied his mindset. If she could be half as immune to self-doubt, maybe her life wouldn't be such a mess.

Her gaze fell back to the jewelry. "Did you buy back the necklace Sandra sold? If not, she's probably going to throw a fit."

"The necklace that was ordered two months ago, you didn't get it back?" he demanded, looking up at Owen.

Owen just stared at him blankly. "Huh?"

"I told you to get back all of Hannah's jewelry!"

Hannah watched the expressions on their faces, a sense of confusion dawning on her. "That necklace wasn't mine. Why would Owen get it back?"

Lionel looked at her. "What did you say? If it wasn't yours, whose was it?"

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