My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 155

She got into her car, the enclosed space finally offering a sense of relief. She pinched the bridge of her nose and started the engine.

She had never been a materialistic person. The rhinestone bracelet he had bought her with his first-ever paycheck, the simple steamed eggs he had cooked for her—she had cherished those things. But everything was different now.

His actions weren't coming from a place of genuine remorse or a desire to make amends. They were just a sweet treat offered after a slap in the face.

Her eyes, red-rimmed, stared at the road ahead as a wave of bitterness washed over her. She bit her lip, forcing herself not to dwell on the past.

When she arrived at the office and swiped her key card, she immediately sensed that something was off.

People were staring at her, whispering in small groups as she walked by.

"Is that her?"

"Yeah, that's her from the video. Looks exactly the same."

"Oh my god, she's so brave. If that were me, I'd want to die."

"I can't believe she has the nerve to show her face here. Her mentality is on another level."

She caught snippets of their conversations, but the words were disjointed and unclear.

When the elevator doors opened, the people inside froze, then scattered as if she were carrying a plague.

Hannah calmly stepped inside. The others who had been waiting with her stayed put. Seeing their reaction, she didn't ask any questions and just let the doors close.

The moment she reached her office, Anna rushed over. "Hannah! Have you seen the trending topics?"

"No, what's wrong?" she asked, shaking her head as she pulled out her phone.

A flicker of amusement crossed Hannah’s eyes as she closed the app. She didn't know who was behind it, but trying to ruin her with such a low-quality deepfake was just pathetic. They were practically begging to be caught.

It was either Sandra or Cora. But she doubted Cora had the resources for something like this.

"Hannah, Mr. Lancaster wants to see you," Yves' assistant said.

Hannah put her things down and followed the assistant upstairs.

In the CEO's office, Yves looked up as the door opened, his brow furrowed.

"Have you seen the video?" he asked, his voice low and laced with anger. "Do you know who did this?"

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