My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 202

The door opened on the first knock.

“Mr. Rosenberg, there’s something…”

Before she could finish, Lionel bolted past her, sprinting in the direction Hannah had gone.

“Mr. Rosenberg! Mr. Rosenberg!” Cora called after him, but he didn’t seem to hear, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

She stomped her foot in frustration. “Damn it, is he really that in love with her? What’s so special about her, anyway?”

She had just worked up the courage to do the right thing, only to be completely ignored. Cora stood there for a moment, her mind racing. Then she glanced down at her phone, and an idea began to form.

Fine. If they didn’t want the lifeline she was offering, they couldn’t blame her for being cruel. They were the ones who had dismissed her. They deserved whatever came next.

Cora looked at the photo of Sandra and Jason laughing together, her brow furrowed in concentration. Then, with a decisive tap, she deleted it.

Immediately after, she dialed Sandra’s number.

“Ms. Woods, I have something to tell you,” she whispered, one hand covering her mouth as she glanced nervously at the security camera in the corner of the ceiling. Then she turned and hurried back to her room.

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Lionel burst into the master bedroom, but Hannah wasn’t there. He checked the guest room next, a knot of dread tightening in his stomach when he found it empty too. His jaw clenched as he continued his frantic search through the house.

He finally found her on the balcony. The stone in his chest dissolved into relief, and he took a deep, steadying breath before walking toward her.

Seeing her in so much pain, Lionel said no more. He stood and walked back inside.

But he didn’t go far. He leaned against the wall just inside the glass door, watching over her. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, took a long drag, and exhaled a plume of smoke.

Through the gray haze, he watched Hannah weep in silence, each of her tears a fresh stab of pain in his own heart.

If only he had been willing to dig a little deeper, to ask more questions, maybe they wouldn’t be here.

But it was too late now. There was no going back.

He lost track of how long he stood there until the burning tip of the cigarette seared his fingers. He dropped it hastily, his gaze snapping back to Hannah. She was still crying.