My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 223

Hannah drew a deep breath, a wave of warmth spreading through her as a lump formed in her throat. She nodded, watching him disappear into the small room. The gentleness and care he’d shown her lately reminded her of a time, long ago, when Lionel had treated her the same way.

He had been even gentler than Quennel, but that tenderness was long gone, replaced by a hostility that had them at each other’s throats.

Hannah closed her eyes in despair, a tightness gripping her chest. She let out a long, slow breath, her gaze falling on the door with a dull, lifeless emptiness.

It doesn’t matter anymore, she thought. None of it. We’re getting divorced anyway. Whatever happens, happens.

She just had to get through this. Once the divorce was final, things would be better. She’d go find Tess, and they would live out their days together in the south.

The more she thought about it, the more her heart ached, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry,” she whispered to herself, taking deep, shuddering breaths. “Stay calm. You can’t let this happen again.”

She placed a hand over her heart, trying to soothe the frantic rhythm, terrified of having another panic attack.

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In Sandra’s room, Lionel stared at the figure on the bed, covered in bandages and casts, hooked up to a web of tubes and wires. A strange feeling stirred within him.

“The doctor said she’s still under anesthesia,” Edith whispered from a nearby chair, her voice thick with tears. “She’ll wake up once it wears off, but they don’t know when that will be.”

“Well?”

David shot his wife a look, but Edith simply crossed her arms and turned away, refusing to speak.

Meeting Lionel’s terrifying gaze, David swallowed hard. “Well, it wasn’t exactly intentional,” he stammered. “We just happened to run into him one day, and we sat down for a chat. I was just complaining that Sandra’s dates weren’t going well, that she kept rejecting men because their families weren’t good enough.”

“I told her that with our family’s situation, she should be grateful anyone is interested at all and stop being so picky. That’s when Mr. Quennel Rosenberg mentioned that Kim Rosenberg was also looking for a match, and I… well, I just asked.”

Lionel’s eyes narrowed. “You asked what?”