My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 197

Sandra couldn’t believe her luck. She hadn’t expected Hannah to actually run away. It seemed her time at the orphanage had been even worse than Sandra had imagined.

Good, she thought. Let her run. Lionel is bound to have a massive fight with her over this.

A shiver of excitement ran through her as she imagined Lionel’s reaction when he eventually found out the truth—that she had orchestrated this whole thing, that she had personally dragged Hannah back to her own personal hell.

Lionel looked at the sea of eager, happy faces surrounding him. A shadow passed over his features. After a moment’s hesitation, he sat back down.

“Lionel?”

“Let her go,” he said, his voice flat. “Mr. Cooper, you can begin the ceremony.”

Jason blinked, glancing at Sandra for confirmation.

She gave a subtle nod, her smile unwavering.

He then strode purposefully toward the stage.

Sandra’s voice was a soft, gentle murmur in Lionel’s ear. “This is all my fault. I assumed that anyone who came from an orphanage would have a grateful heart. If I had just done a little more research, understood Hannah’s feelings better, I never would have suggested this.”

Lionel remained silent, his face a stony mask.

“Lionel, everyone has parts of their past they don’t want dredged up. I’ll apologize to Hannah later. But please, promise me you won’t fight with her when you get home, okay?”

“Mr. Cooper is about to speak,” Lionel said, effectively ending the conversation.

Sandra said no more, simply nodding in agreement.

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“Was it Sandra’s idea?” she continued.

Cora fidgeted with her fingers, her eyes fixed on the floor. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You should know by now that this house has cameras everywhere. I can have someone review the footage and pinpoint the exact moment you put something in my food. Once I have that, and I call the police, the charges will be much more serious.”

Hannah tapped a finger on the desk, the sound echoing in the silent room, each tap a hammer blow to Cora’s frayed nerves.

Cora’s heart pounded in her chest. She gripped the fabric of her dress, her jaw clenched.

“Fine. In that case, you can explain yourself to the police,” Hannah said, picking up her phone.

“Don’t you dare!” Cora lunged forward, trying to snatch the phone from her hand.