My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 157

Thanks to Yves and Quennel's intervention, the video had already been taken down, and the hashtag had been blocked several times.

Sandra suspected someone was helping Hannah, but she wasn't sure who. She was just glad she still had some cash left over from selling the necklace.

She contacted the marketing company and told them to re-upload the video, create new hashtags, and build up the topic again.

The suppressed content quickly resurfaced.

Sandra admired her handiwork with satisfaction. People online were so gullible, like single-celled organisms. They believed whatever they saw, whatever they were told. Even if Hannah eventually found proof that it wasn't her, it wouldn't matter. A good portion of people would never see the retraction, and even if they did, they'd just assume it was a lie to cover up the truth.

"It's over for you, Hannah. You're completely finished. Let's see how you get out of this one," Sandra murmured, pleased with the result. The deepfake was almost flawless. It was money well spent.

Sandra closed the app and opened Facebook, intending to see if any of her former colleagues were gossiping about Hannah.

But there was nothing. Instead, she saw a photo that made her eyes burn.

It was Hannah's post from that morning, of the necklace in the trash can.

She clicked on it in disbelief, staring at it, confirming again and again that it was the same necklace she had sold.

Sandra froze for a moment, then lowered her phone and stared up at the sky, her mouth slightly agape.

That bitch!

Lily snatched the phone, her eyes glued to the screen. She watched it over and over, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across her face.

"Quick, quick, let's pack up and go see Mrs. Rosenberg. I'll beg her to let you go back to Mr. Rosenberg's house. If you just do what I say, not even Sandra will be a match for you, let alone Hannah!"

"Okay!"

The mother-daughter duo excitedly packed their bags and headed for the elevator.

When the doors opened, they stopped short, staring at the people packed inside.

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