My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 247

Sandra righted herself, blinking in disbelief. She couldn’t process what had just happened. How had she moved so fast? It was as if she had read her mind.

Tess grabbed Hannah’s arm. “Let’s go, let’s go, I’m starving. Hey, listen to this song with me,” she said, quickly stuffing an earbud into Hannah’s ear. The two of them hurried away as if fleeing a plague.

“Hannah! Hannah, I still need to talk to… Aah—!”

A loud crash echoed from behind them.

Even with the music, Hannah and Tess heard it, but they both pretended not to, staring straight ahead and quickening their pace.

Sandra watched them disappear down the street, shouting their names, but they never turned back. Eventually, a kind stranger helped her up, saving her from further embarrassment.

Once they were a safe distance away, Hannah and Tess finally slowed down. Hannah glanced back cautiously and saw a small crowd gathered around Sandra. Then, she noticed someone standing off to the side, a camera raised, snapping pictures.

“Tess, look over there!” Hannah pointed. “I feel like I’ve seen that guy before.”

Tess quickly took out her phone and snapped several photos of the man, zooming in. “You’re right,” she said, her brow furrowed. “Those pictures of you that went viral before… they never looked like they were taken by a random person. It was more like someone was waiting to catch you.”

Hannah’s breath hitched. She’d had the same suspicion back then, but with everything else going on, she’d never had the time or energy to investigate.

[It feels like she’s always the one getting hurt. But these two are just former colleagues, not even close friends. Did they kill her parents or something? Why does she keep targeting them?]

[I was actually there today. The two of them were walking together, and the woman in the wheelchair came up to them. They backed away like she had the plague, didn't say much, and then left. They were wearing earbuds, so they probably didn't even hear her fall.]

Reading the comments, Hannah couldn’t help but smile. As the saying goes, fool me once, shame on you. Pull the same trick three times, and people just get annoyed.

When Hannah arrived home, Grandma hadn’t gotten there yet. Lionel was on the sofa, staring intently at his phone, his face a thunderous mask.