My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 262

“Hannah, it’s one thing if you don’t want to eat, but you have no right to upset the master and make him lose his appetite! How can you be so selfish?”

Hannah ignored Cora’s insubordinate tone, her face impassive as she continued to watch her movie.

But Cora wouldn’t let it go. She continued her tirade, even stepping directly in front of the television to block Hannah’s view.

“I’m talking to you! Are you deaf?” She planted her hands on her hips, her voice dripping with accusation. “Have you forgotten who you have to thank for the comfortable life you’re living? How dare you throw a tantrum and disrespect the master? Who do you think you are…”

SMACK!

Before Cora could finish, Hannah’s hand shot out. A sharp, crisp slap landed squarely on her face.

Cora’s head snapped to the side, her hair falling across her face. She stood frozen in disbelief for several seconds before raising a hand to her stinging, hot cheek, slowly turning back.

“You… you hit me? Hannah, are you insane? You actually…”

SMACK!

Another slap, just as hard, struck her other cheek. Now both sides were perfectly symmetrical, a bright red handprint blooming on each.

Hearing this, Cora bit her lower lip, hard.

She hadn’t considered that. The way they were fighting, a divorce seemed inevitable. But Hannah was unpredictable and shameless. What if she decided to cling to her wealth and status, refusing to give up her position as Mrs. Rosenberg? Cora would be stuck under her thumb forever.

Seeing her silence, Hannah stepped closer with a faint smile and patted Cora’s cheek. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll learn to stay in your lane. Until this divorce is final, you can coddle him, comfort him, feed him—hell, you can even sleep with him, I don’t care. But stay out of my sight. Do you understand?”

Hannah watched with a cool smile as Cora’s face grew uglier. Just then, her phone rang—it was the delivery driver. She answered it and went outside to get her food.

Upstairs, Lionel watched the entire exchange on the security monitor. As he listened to Hannah’s words, his expression grew darker and colder. He nearly stormed downstairs to confront her.