My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 252

Hannah paused at the door, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. Then she smiled. “Good. You don’t need to tell me the details.”

“Aren’t you curious who he is?”

She shook her head. “If he has nothing to do with Sandra, then I was wrong about him. And if he does, are you really going to ask for my opinion before you act?”

She walked back to him, her smile turning into a sardonic grin. “I don’t care if they’re connected or not. As long as it doesn’t interfere with my work, you two can handle your own mess.”

With that, she turned and left.

Lionel watched her go, a sharp pain tightening in his chest. Had she known all along? Was that why she was so indifferent?

That morning, his assistant had sent him the report, and it had taken him several minutes to process the truth. The photographer, a man named Ben Zade, had indeed met with Sandra privately. And he had been present at all three of the incidents that went viral. A comparison of his position and the angles of the published photos confirmed he was the one who had taken them. However, the IP address used to post them was from overseas.

The realization that he had been caught in such an elaborate deception made him feel like a fool. He told his assistant to arrange a meeting with the photographer. He needed to hear it from the man himself.

At 9:30 a.m., Lionel arrived at the café. Ben Zade was already there, looking nervous. The moment he saw Lionel, he shot to his feet, his hand outstretched and trembling.

He gathered the photos into a neat pile and pushed them back across the table. “It was Ms. Woods,” he confessed. “Sandra. She just asked me to take some candid shots of her. She never told me what they were for, and I didn’t ask.”

It wasn’t until the photos hit the news that he realized he’d been used. He had confronted Sandra, telling her he wouldn’t be a part of her schemes, but she had offered him a lot of money. He had just been laid off, with a mortgage to pay and a family to support. So, reluctantly, he had agreed to do it a second time, and then a third.

“Mr. Rosenberg, I know what I did was wrong, but I was desperate,” Ben pleaded, his voice cracking. “I needed the money. I’m so sorry. I never imagined it would cause you so much trouble.”

His heart hammered against his ribs. Sandra had told him this would help her get closer to Lionel, promising him an even bigger payday once they were together. But as things escalated, he realized not only would he never see that money, but he was also risking serious retaliation.