My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 261

“Oh, I’m just the luckiest woman alive. Should I get down on my knees and thank you for this incredible blessing? Maybe bow three times for good measure?” Hannah rolled her eyes and picked up her fork, resuming her meal.

She knew this would turn into a fight. Good thing she had braced herself, or the sheer hypocrisy would have made her sick to her stomach.

Lionel wanted to press the issue, but seeing her complete indifference, he sighed. “That’s not what I meant. You’re overthinking it.”

“I already spoke to Sandra,” he continued. “I told her to find a time to apologize to you again, properly.”

“Don’t bother. She’ll just do it again with that same rotten attitude, I’ll refuse to accept it, and you’ll get angry with me. We’ll have another fight, and somehow, it will all end up being my fault for bullying someone with a disability. I’ll probably be the one forced to apologize in the end.”

Hannah waved a dismissive hand, signaling him to drop it.

“If you have so much free time, you’d be better off telling Sandra that if something like this happens again, I’m filing a police report. What she did constitutes defamation, and she shouldn’t be surprised when I stop being so polite. The only reason I’ve put up with it this long is out of respect for you.”

She looked up at him again, her eyes sweeping over him with undisguised contempt before she let out a cold laugh. “But now I see how foolish that was. Your reputation isn't worth a damn, and it certainly doesn't protect me. Make sure you relay that message clearly, so she doesn’t find herself in a jail cell wondering how she got there.”

Lionel’s heart sank, and he stared at her in shock.

A faint, mocking smile played on Hannah’s lips. “If you believe me, go and tell her. If you don’t, I can make the call right now. After all, if I wasn’t right about what she did, you wouldn’t have asked her to come here and apologize in the first place.”

Sandra had hired someone to take those photos and spread rumors, creating three viral hashtags that had caused so much turmoil and so many fights between them. She had committed such a huge transgression, and Lionel’s solution was to have her offer a simple, half-hearted apology and call it a day.

Cora frowned. “Sir, there’s no need for that. You don’t like any of the things she eats. You don’t have to…”

“Just do what I said! When did you get the right to question my decisions in this house?” Lionel roared, throwing his napkin down before storming upstairs.

“Sir, you’ve barely eaten anything!” Cora cried, her voice full of concern as she hurried after him.

Hannah overheard their exchange, her expression darkening. Lionel was completely oblivious. Cora’s attitude and behavior were wildly inappropriate, yet he did nothing to set a proper example.

A few moments later, Cora came back downstairs, her eyes red and brimming with tears of indignation. She glared at Hannah, her face a mask of fury, and stalked toward her.