My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 301

“Where are you going?”

Lionel’s hand shot out, pressing down on the suitcase. “What are you packing for? Hannah, are you really going to divorce me? Can you truly walk away from us?”

Hannah didn’t answer, just yanked hard on the suitcase.

“Hannah!” he growled. “I was wrong, okay? Everything that happened before was my fault. I apologize, I’ll make you promises, I’ll give you whatever guarantees you want. Can’t we just start over?”

His words meant nothing to her. She continued to tug relentlessly at the suitcase, her silence a wall between them.

After a long, tense standoff, Lionel’s patience snapped. He let go abruptly.

“Fine! You want a divorce? You got it! Go wherever you want, do whatever you want, be with whoever you want!”

He was seething, his voice rising in frustration. “I told you, there’s nothing going on with Sandra! Yes, I was wrong in the past, but I told you she supported me, she saved my life once! Of course, I’m going to be on her side a little. What’s so wrong with that?”

His hysterical shouting didn’t faze her in the slightest. With a dark, unreadable expression, she turned and walked away.

Lionel’s chest heaved with rage as he watched her leave, the grinding of his teeth the only sound he made.

“Hannah,” he called out, his voice strained. “Are you really going to be this cruel?”

She heard his question echo behind her but said nothing. Her only response was to tighten her grip on the suitcase handle, her steps measured and deliberate as she walked out of his life.

She drove straight to the Temple family estate.

Samuel was already waiting for her at the gate, waving excitedly as her car approached.

“It’s just Grandpa, Grandma, and my parents living here now,” Samuel explained. “This used to be Aunt Cheryl’s room. I had it cleaned and prepared for you.”

He led her to a spacious, fully furnished room. It had been kept exactly as it was when her mother, Cheryl, had lived there. Her grandparents couldn't bear to change a thing, preserving it as a tribute to their missing daughter.

Samuel, sensing she needed a moment, set her bag down. “I’ll go let Grandpa and Grandma know you’re here,” he said, tactfully leaving her alone.

Hannah pulled her suitcase into the unfamiliar room, yet an overwhelming sense of familiarity washed over her. She walked slowly, her eyes misting over as she took in the surroundings.

This was where her mother lived before she was born.

If tragedy hadn't struck, she wouldn’t have been an orphan. She would have grown up here, loved and cherished by her mother, and her life would have been entirely different.

Hannah took a deep, shuddering breath, fighting back the tears. As she was about to unpack, her gaze fell upon something on the desk.