My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 203

He took out another cigarette, but before he could light it, Cora came rushing over.

“Mr. Rosenberg, Ms. Woods is here.”

Knowing Hannah was just outside, Cora deliberately raised her voice, making sure she would overhear.

Lionel’s head whipped around. Seeing no reaction from Hannah, he put a finger to his lips, signaling for Cora to be quiet.

“What is she doing here?”

Cora just shook her head.

Lionel’s brow furrowed. After a moment of thought, he lowered his voice. “Have her wait for me in the living room. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Ms. Woods said she was worried about causing another misunderstanding, so she’s waiting for you in the courtyard.”

Lionel’s frustration mounted. Of all the times for Sandra to show up, it had to be now. Suddenly, a thought struck him. His gaze sharpened, turning cold and menacing as he stared at Cora. “Did you call her?”

Cora’s eyes darted nervously to the floor. She couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Cora, I’m warning you,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Stay out of my business.”

With that, he strode toward the stairs.

Once he was gone, Cora let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She glanced at Hannah through the glass door, then, after a moment’s hesitation, slid it open and stepped onto the balcony.

“Do you know why Lionel doesn’t love you anymore, Hannah?” Cora said, her eyes fixed on the scene below. “Because men prefer women like Sandra—gentle, delicate, women who know when to yield and be affectionate.”

“Not someone like you,” she sneered, “who only knows how to scream and hit, who doesn’t understand how to make a man the center of her world. You deserve this. If I were you…”

Cora caught herself, realizing she was saying too much. She snapped her mouth shut, her eyes filled with a sudden hatred for Sandra. That manipulative, spoiled woman, who couldn’t even cook or clean, was no match for her!

Once Hannah was out of the picture, it would just be her and Sandra. And then, she would make Lionel feel more like a man than he ever had before. She would show him that she was the one who was truly right for him. She could cook, clean, be playful and cute, depend on him, flatter him—she would satisfy his every need. She would be the perfect Mrs. Rosenberg.

“Ha.” Hannah, who had been silent all this time, let out a short, sharp laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” Cora spun around, glaring at her. The sound was grating. “Am I wrong? You’re the one who failed. You’re about to get divorced, so don’t you dare stand in our way!”