My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 16

“Yes.”

Lily brought out a plate of freshly cooked pastas for Hannah, then filled a thermos with the porridge as instructed and set it aside.

“Look at you,” Mrs. Rosenberg Sr. scolded Lionel. “You don’t even know your own wife’s allergies. What do you pay attention to?” She sighed. “You can skip lunch today. Take this porridge with you and eat every last bite!”

Lionel didn’t argue. He simply nodded, finished his breakfast, and took the thermos, waiting by the car to drive Hannah.

Once they were in the car, an uncomfortable silence filled the space. Just as they pulled out of the driveway, Hannah unbuckled her seatbelt.

Before Lionel could ask what she was doing, she spoke.

“Stop at the subway station up ahead.”

The car came to a halt, the silence in the small space growing heavy.

“Is this really about a bowl of porridge?” Lionel asked coldly. “The office is a madhouse. Is it really such a big deal that I forgot about one of your allergies?”

Hannah tried the door, but it was locked.

She took a deep breath to calm herself. “It’s not a big deal, which is why I didn’t say anything in front of Grandma. Besides…”

She turned to face him, her clear eyes unreadable. “You were going to take that seafood porridge to Sandra at the hospital anyway, weren’t you? The hospital and the office are in opposite directions. This will save you time.”

Lionel looked at her. Her face was a blank canvas, showing no trace of resentment or hatred. She looked as placid as a docile schoolgirl.

“I’ll take you to the office first,” he said.

At his words, Hannah couldn’t help but laugh.

As expected, he never listened to a word she said. He was still stubbornly convinced she would go to the Rosenberg Group.

She was ready to give up on their marriage; what made him think she would want a job at his company?

“Driving like that, I hope he crashes.”

“Idiot!”

Hannah watched until the car disappeared from view, suppressing the frustration welling inside her as she walked toward the subway.

She usually drove to work and wasn’t used to the subway. During the morning rush hour, she was nearly crushed in the crowd.

She found a slightly less crowded spot and had just settled in when her phone buzzed.

A message from her pinned contact: [Are you on your way?]

Hannah: [Taking the subway. Should be about half an hour.]

[Okay, I’ll be waiting.]