My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 192

“Mr. Rosenberg and… Ms. Woods have been incredible supporters of our orphanage for the past two years,” Jason said, walking over to the bulletin board as he saw her staring. “They send gifts and donations for every holiday. Last year, they even came to celebrate the summer festival with the children.”

He gestured to one of the posters with a smug look. “This is a group photo from last year’s festival, and this one is from the New Year’s party. Mr. Rosenberg and Ms. Woods are truly benevolent people. Not like some others.”

He drew out the last words, his tone laced with venom. “Some people don’t know the meaning of gratitude. We’ve had so many children pass through these doors, and most of them come back to visit every year. But I suppose a person’s true nature is etched in their bones. No matter how nice their surroundings get, it can’t be changed.”

Hannah stood frozen, staring at the poster. In the photo, Lionel and Sandra were standing side-by-side. Though they weren’t holding hands, she was pressed so close to him that half her body was nestled against his, their posture intimate and suggestive.

Jason stood next to Sandra, surrounded by dozens of children, all smiling for the camera. The date from last year was printed below.

An accompanying caption detailed their generous donations and expressed heartfelt gratitude.

Hannah’s gaze shifted from the poster to the man standing beside her. Her breathing grew shallow. She took a deep, shaky breath, fighting to remain calm.

“Two years ago… you started coming here? To do charity work?”

Sandra watched her, a triumphant smile playing on her lips as she saw Hannah struggling to hold it together. She gestured for Jason to take the children inside.

Lionel saw the simmering rage in Hannah’s eyes and lowered his voice. “There are children watching. Can you at least try not to look so miserable?”

She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes flashing with a fierce, painful light.

“Why did you lie to me? Is this some kind of game to you, Lionel?”

“When did I lie? I asked you to come with me before, but you always said you were too busy with work.”

Hannah waved a dismissive hand, a crushing weight settling on her chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her temples throbbed.

After several deep breaths, she finally managed to speak, her voice tight with suppressed fury. “You told me you were taking me to see your grandmother. Was that a lie from the start? Was your plan always to bring me here?”

“We’ll talk about this when we get home,” he said, stepping closer to her. “Today is the anniversary celebration. The children have been looking forward to this. You need to know when and where to make a scene.”

A bitter, humorless smile twisted Hannah’s lips. “Do you even know what this place is?”

Do you know what I had to go through, what I had to sacrifice, just to escape this hell?

Tears welled in her eyes, but she tilted her head back, forcing them down. Her face was ashen, as if she were about to collapse.

Lionel stared at her, a frown creasing his brow. He couldn’t understand why she seemed to despise the very place she came from.

Her anger was a wildfire in her chest, and her eyes, rimmed with red, burned into him.

She knew Sandra was ruthless, a master of manipulation, but she never imagined she could have been plotting something like this for two whole years.

Looking at the date on the poster, it all made sense now. She remembered a time back then when Sandra had suddenly buried her in so much work that she was practically living at the law firm. It was all a setup to ensure she couldn’t come to the orphanage.

It was all so Sandra could come with Lionel, painting herself as a saint and Hannah as the ungrateful one who had turned her back on her past.

What a lie. Sandra had never invited her. It had all been part of her twisted game.