My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 258

The first time Peter saw Hannah, he’d felt a strange sense of familiarity in her eyes, but he hadn’t been able to place it. He had dismissed it at the time, but the feeling lingered. It was later, at home, that it hit him. Those eyes… they were his sister’s.

His sister had been missing for six months before she returned, pregnant. She refused to name the father, insisting only that she would have the child. Peter had spent those six months searching for her, but every lead had turned into a dead end. When she came back, he had pleaded with her to tell him the truth, but she had only begged him to stop asking.

Publicly, he had agreed, but he continued his investigation in secret. Yet every time he got close to a breakthrough, it felt as if an invisible hand were blocking his path, erasing the trail. Just as he was on the verge of uncovering the truth, disaster struck. On the day of the delivery, the baby was stolen from the nursery, a fire broke out in the maternity ward, and his sister vanished without a trace. It was as if they had both disappeared into thin air. He had searched for years, but found nothing.

Until now. Until he had seen Hannah.

“Holy… Uncle Peter, you have an amazing eye!” Samuel snatched the tablet, his jaw dropping as he compared the two photos, zooming in on their features. “I knew she looked familiar, but I just thought it was my imagination. I never would have made this connection.” He looked up at his uncle, his mind racing. “Uncle, could Hannah really be Aunt Cheryl’s daughter? That would make her my cousin!”

“We can’t be sure based on resemblance alone,” Peter said, his voice steady. “Find a way to get a sample of her DNA. I’ll have it tested against our family records at the hospital.”

Fortunately, their family hospital kept DNA records of all family members. If she was one of them, they would bring her home. After more than twenty years, he might have finally found his long-lost niece, his sister’s only child.

“You can count on me!” Samuel declared, puffing out his chest. Seeing his uncle’s skeptical look, he added, “I mean it! I’ll get it for you in a few days!”

“Hello, Lionel?”

Lionel had just finished a meeting and was walking back to his office. “Are you busy? I need to talk to you,” she said, her voice soft and laced with a hint of victimhood.

She knew he was still upset with her, but she didn’t think he hated her yet. If she was well-behaved and played her cards right, she could win him back.