My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 184

The cramped elevator held only Hannah.

A sinister smile spread across Jason’s face as he stepped forward, planting his foot in the doorway to block it from closing.

Hannah stared blankly for a few seconds before her hand shot out, her fingers frantically stabbing at the ‘door close’ button.

“It’s still early. We haven’t seen each other in ages. Why don’t we find a place to sit and catch up?” Jason chuckled, watching her frantic movements. His voice dropped to a low, menacing tone. “Come out.”

The command, sharp and undeniable, sliced through the years and struck her heart like a spear.

“Hannah, don’t make your director repeat himself. You want to be a good, obedient girl, don’t you?”

Raw terror flooded her eyes. She stumbled backward, but there was nowhere to go. Her right hand scrambled behind her, desperately searching for something, anything, to hold onto, but found only the cold, smooth wall.

“Be a good girl.” Jason stepped into the elevator, his presence sucking the air from the small space. He reached out and pressed the button to close the doors, trapping them inside together. A strangled scream nearly ripped from Hannah’s throat.

The descent took only a few seconds, but for Hannah, it felt like an eternity. She could barely stand, gasping for air as if her lungs were being crushed.

When they reached the parking garage, Jason stepped out, but kept his foot wedged in the door. He scanned the area. “My, my. Hannah’s all grown up. You even have a car. Which one is yours?”

Hannah squeezed her eyes shut, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. Her lips were sealed tight, too terrified to speak.

“Have you forgotten what your director taught you? Good children answer when an adult asks a question.” Jason turned back to face her, a smirk playing on his lips. “Now, step out. Don’t hog the elevator. That’s what bad children do.”

At his words, Hannah moved like a puppet, stepping out onto the concrete floor. Jason nodded in satisfaction. “That’s what a good girl does. Your director hasn’t eaten yet. You know this area well, so find us a nice place. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

Hannah’s hands were clenched tightly in her lap, her knuckles white against her skirt. She didn’t say a word.

“A good child should always come home,” Jason continued, unperturbed by her silence. “It’s been a while since you’ve seen Rex, hasn’t it? His little house is surrounded by daisies now. I’m sure he misses you terribly.”

He leaned forward, his voice dropping. “Or are you a bad child now, Hannah? Have you forgotten all about Rex? He was so good to you. He brought you so many things to eat, he even saved you. You haven’t forgotten that, have you?”

Hannah’s breathing grew ragged. She swallowed hard.

“I… I’ll be there.”

“That’s my girl. Oh, and remember to accept my request on WhatsApp.” Jason’s tone was a clear command. “Take out your phone. Do it now.”