My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 199

Fearing another slap, Cora turned and fled the room.

Hannah sank into the plush armchair, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose, trying to soothe the throbbing tension there.

After a moment, she opened her eyes, reached over, and stopped the small recording device on her desk. She then pulled up the security footage, found the clip of Cora tampering with her milk, and printed out several screenshots.

She had assumed Lionel would be with Sandra and wouldn’t be home until late, but he walked in shortly before five.

He entered the dining room to find Hannah already eating. He frowned but said nothing, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

Hannah finished her meal and set down her silverware. “When you’re done, meet me in the study. We need to talk.”

Standing nearby, Cora’s heart skipped a beat. A cold dread washed over her.

Damn it. Sandra really screwed me this time.

She gritted her teeth, trying to appear calm.

She was about to try and explain herself to Lionel, but the moment Hannah spoke, he put down his fork and followed her upstairs.

As soon as Lionel entered the study, a handful of photos hit him in the face.

He instinctively caught one as the others fluttered to the floor around his feet.

“What is this?” he asked, looking down at the picture in his hand.

It was a security camera screenshot of Cora sprinkling something into a glass of milk.

“What is this? Are you blind, Lionel? Can’t you see? She drugged my milk this morning! That’s why I was so tired in the car!”

Without another word, she picked up the recording device from her desk and pressed play.

Their argument from that afternoon filled the silent room, the audio so clear that even the sound of the two slaps was sharp and distinct.

Neither of them spoke as the recording played. When it finished, Hannah hurled the device at him.

It bounced off his chest and fell to the floor, rolling to a stop at her feet.

She brought her heel down on it, and it shattered with a sharp crack.

“You probably don’t know this, Lionel, but the orphanage you went to today… that’s the one I grew up in.”

Hannah’s eyes were dead as she walked toward him.