My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 195

A look of pure devastation washed over Hannah’s face. A chilling coldness seeped into her limbs, creeping toward her heart.

Her breathing became chaotic, her chest heaving with a silent, raging storm. She fought for control, but when she opened her mouth to speak, no sound came out.

“Hannah, I have never been ashamed of you for being an orphan,” he said. “You never wanted to talk about it, so I never pushed. A person’s past…”

“How was I supposed to talk to you about it?” she finally choked out, shoving his hand away. She grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down to her level.

The yard was full of children. She fought to keep her voice low, but every word was laced with venom.

“Our life was so hard back then. You were working yourself to the bone, and I didn’t want to burden you with my past. And I didn’t want to relive it!”

“We got married, and things finally started to get better, but… did I ever have a chance to tell you? And even if I did, would you have listened? Would you have comforted me?”

“No. You wouldn’t have. Forget comfort, in the last three years, the most we’ve seen of each other is now, when we’re getting a divorce.”

Tears streamed down her face. The painful memories of her childhood were a crushing weight, pinning her down. So many times, she had wanted to open up to him, to tell him everything.

But life had been too hard. She had been juggling work and school, while he was struggling to build his business and taking on odd jobs. There was never a moment for such confessions.

And now, after all this time, he was accusing her of being ashamed of her past.

“Bad woman! Are you hurting Mr. Rosenberg? Let him go!”

“Let go of him, you mean lady!”

A group of small children ran over, their tiny fists beating against Hannah’s legs, pulling at her clothes.

Jason was standing there, his hands clasped behind his back, a smug smile on his face.

Hannah instinctively stumbled back, keeping a safe distance between them.

“Does Mr. Rosenberg know about all the things you did as a child?” he purred, taking a step forward for every one she took back. “If he knew, do you think he would still want you?”

He closed the distance between them, his eyes crinkling with amusement.

“To think that trash like you could become a lawyer. What would your colleagues say if they found out? Would they still let you practice law?”

“Jason!” Hannah’s eyes were bloodshot as she glared at him. “What did I do? All of those things… that was you! Not me!”