My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 172

Hannah leaned back in her chair, observing Cora in silence.

Seeing her calm and unruffled demeanor, Cora couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. "That mistress came all the way to our home, and you don't even care?"

With just the two of them present, Cora dropped all pretense. "Aren't you even curious about what she came to say?" she sneered.

Hannah took a sip of her tea before answering coolly, "I don't care."

"She said—" Cora began instinctively, but Hannah's response stopped her cold. She took a sharp breath, momentarily speechless.

No wonder Lionel couldn't stand her. What man would want a woman so utterly devoid of feeling? Her marriage was ending, her home had been invaded, and yet she sat there as if none of it mattered. The woman was a freak.

Cora pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her.

"Sandra was the one behind that video online. She came here just now to tell Lionel she thought you were the one who sent those men to rape her. She played the victim, saying the man who called her was a liar and she was wrong to have believed him."

"She put on this whole act, pretending to be on your side, telling Lionel not to blame you, that it was all a big misunderstanding. It was quite a performance."

Hannah stared into her teacup. She had suspected Sandra's visit was related to the video, but she hadn't expected this. It seemed the phone call that lured Lionel away was meant to pin Zack's crime on her. Sandra just hadn't counted on Yves and Quennel moving so quickly and dismantling her carefully constructed plot in less than two days.

"Hannah, a woman who's willing to be a mistress won't just let the ex-wife walk away peacefully after she gets what she wants. Don't be so naive! While you still have the power and status of being Mrs. Rosenberg, you should—"

"And you?"

Hannah lazily lifted her gaze, a wry smile on her lips. "That's the pot calling the kettle black, isn't it? Instead of worrying about me, the two of you should be more concerned with who's going to claim the title of Mrs. Rosenberg in a few weeks."

She set down her teacup, her eyes locking onto Cora's stunned expression. "Close the door on your way out. I have work to do."