My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 302

On the desk was a single photograph of a woman.

She was seated in a chair, her belly slightly rounded, one hand resting protectively on it as she smiled at the camera.

Looking at the picture, Hannah finally understood how Peter had recognized her at first glance. The resemblance was undeniable; she had her mother’s eyes, her mother’s smile. She reached out, her fingers gently tracing the image, a wave of sorrow crashing over her.

“Woof! Woof! Woof!”

A sudden burst of barking startled her. Hannah turned to see a small, black toy poodle standing in the doorway, yapping at her aggressively.

“Mico, come here.”

A voice followed the command. Hannah put down the photo and walked toward the door just as a young woman approached, dressed in a designer dress and flawless makeup.

At the sound of her owner's voice, Mico stopped barking and trotted over, circling her feet excitedly before turning to let out a few more yaps in Hannah’s direction.

The woman looked Hannah up and down, a smirk playing on her lips. “So, you’re my Aunt Cheryl’s daughter? The famous lawyer Hannah, the one who’s been all over the gossip sites fighting with Sandra over a man?”

Hannah simply nodded, not dignifying the jab with a response. The woman looked to be around Sandra’s age, maybe in her early twenties, but her tone was far more arrogant.

“I’m Cherry Temple, your Uncle Sean’s youngest daughter,” Cherry announced, scooping Mico into her arms. She stroked the dog’s curly fur, her eyebrows raised expectantly. “That means you should call me your elder cousin.”

In the past, Hannah would have ignored such a person, considering them beneath her notice. But three years of dealing with Sandra had taught her a valuable lesson: if you don’t fight back against people like this, they will only walk all over you.

“Or perhaps you didn’t even know what happened to your Aunt Cheryl? Or maybe you were the one behind it, which is why you’re standing here gloating?”

The accusation struck a nerve. Cherry’s eyes widened in disbelief, her pupils constricting. “Hannah, what nonsense are you spouting?” she shrieked, her voice trembling with rage. “How dare you accuse me! I never did anything like that! You… you…!”

Hannah crossed her arms, her expression a mask of cool disdain.

Cherry stomped her foot in fury, clutching her dog tightly. “You just wait!” she spat before storming off.