My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 19

The moment she answered, his deep, angry voice came through the line.

“Get over here and report for your first day. Don’t cause any more trouble for me!”

Before Hannah could respond, he hung up.

Tess, sitting close by, had heard every word. She knew Hannah’s marriage was unhappy, but she hadn’t realized it was this bad.

“Men are all the same once they get successful!” she fumed, her anger rising on Hannah’s behalf. “If you hadn’t saved him, he would have died on the street. He wouldn’t be some big-shot Mr. Lionel Rosenberg! That bastard, he’ll get what’s coming to him!”

Hannah handed her a tissue. “You’re right, he will. Don’t waste your anger on him.”

Tess looked at Hannah through tear-filled eyes. She had hoped Hannah could mediate, but now…

“Hannah, I’ll handle this myself. I wasn’t the one who posted it. I have nothing to hide. It’s not like he owns the whole city!”

Hannah managed a weary smile. “I’ll talk to him. Your time is too valuable to be wasted on this.”

Tess was reluctant to put her in a difficult position, but after some persuasion, she agreed.

Shortly after, Tess received a call from her boss and had to leave.

Coincidentally, the man who had been spreading rumors about Yves arrived. He spotted Hannah and excitedly pulled out a Polaroid camera, asking for her autograph.

“My idol! Wow, I can’t believe I’m seeing you in person today.”

Hannah and Yves exchanged confused glances.

They left the café, and Yves, ever the gentleman, opened the passenger door for her.

Hannah was about to thank him when she looked up and saw two figures emerging from a dessert shop across the street.

It was Lionel and his assistant, Owen, who was carrying a large, beautifully packaged bag.

Owen saw her first, his eyes widening in surprise before he quickly glanced at Lionel.

Lionel’s gaze followed, his brow furrowing in a mixture of confusion and annoyance when he saw Hannah.

Yves, wondering why Hannah had frozen, noticed them as well. Unfazed, he waved cheerfully. “Mr. Rosenberg, fancy seeing you here! Buying sweets for a special someone?”

Hannah cringed.