My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce novel Chapter 21

“What are you doing here in this downpour? I was just about to call a cab!”

“You’d never get one in this weather, not at rush hour,” the boy said, pulling his girlfriend into a warm embrace. “Come on, I’ve already got dinner started. I was just waiting for you to get home so we could eat together.”

“I brought iced tea and some takeout!” the girl chirped, holding up a bag for him to see.

He took the bag from her, tilting the umbrella to shield her from the rain, and the two of them walked off, their laughter echoing under the shared shelter.

Hannah watched them go, swallowing the envy that rose in her throat. She and Lionel had been like that once. Life had been hard, but it had been sweet.

She pulled out her phone and opened the ride-share app. Just as the boy had said, there was a long queue of people waiting for a driver.

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At the hospital.

“I still can’t believe my own brother was the one who tampered with the car,” Sandra said, her voice hollow. “Why would he do that? And why drag me into it?”

She listlessly scooped up a spoonful of dessert, her appetite gone. With a deep sigh, she looked over at Lionel, who was staring out at the rain lashing against the window, lost in his own world.

“Lionel, what are you thinking about?” Sandra asked, realizing he hadn't heard a word she’d said. “Is Hannah still mad at you?”

At the mention of Hannah’s name, a flicker of something cold and deep passed through Lionel’s eyes. She had left without an umbrella this morning. He wondered how she was faring in the storm.

He quickly suppressed the thought. So what if she didn’t have an umbrella? A woman who could find a new man in the blink of an eye would have no trouble getting a ride home. For all he knew, she was already shacked up at some other man’s place. She’d always been careless like that.

She’d gotten into another man’s car right in front of him. Kissed him, even.

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