My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 282

As much as Hannah hated to admit it, that was exactly the case. She had no choice but to nod.

“Yes.” The word escaped her lips with a self-deprecating laugh, her expression a mixture of sorrow and resignation.

Yves sighed deeply, looking at her without saying a word.

“You don’t have to pity me, Mr. Lancaster,” she said with a faint smile, looking down at her plate. “I’ll be free soon enough. What a clueless man does after that has nothing to do with me. I’ve made my peace with it.”

“You’re right,” he agreed. “From now on, every day will be a good day.”

His words struck a chord deep within her.

From now on, every day will be a good day. Yes. After the divorce, they would never have to see each other again. No debts, no obligations—just freedom. Whether he went back to Sandra or kept Cora, it would no longer be any of her concern.

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Cora returned to the matriarch’s residence, dejected, the insulated lunch container in her hand feeling nowhere near as heavy as her heart.

Everything had been going so perfectly. If Hannah hadn’t shown up out of nowhere, Lionel would have eaten the meal she’d so lovingly prepared. He would have seen how much she cared and been moved by her devotion. He might have even brought her back to the main house, and her plan could have continued. But no, Hannah just had to appear and ruin everything.

That damn bitch, she seethed internally. Always getting in my way. I’ll hire someone to take care of her, see how she likes that!

“It would be my honor to serve you, Ma’am,” Cora said, her voice filled with feigned humility. “I will take the best care of Mr. Rosenberg and will not disappoint you.”

“Excellent. I’ve already had someone book your flight to Zabo. There’s no need to pack; just grab your ID. The driver is waiting for you outside.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Cora exclaimed, scrambling to her feet before the words fully registered. She froze. “Z-Zabo? Is Mr. Rosenberg going there on a business trip? I hadn’t heard anything about it.”

Grandma smiled thinly. “Lionel isn’t my only grandson. Now, get out.”

“No, wait! Ma’am, what do you mean? You’re sending me away? You can’t do that! If Mr. Rosenberg finds out, he’ll be furious!”