My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 305

“The way you shut her down was brilliant! That idiot won’t dare to mess with you again.”

“Do Cherry and Sandra know each other?” Hannah asked. The unprovoked attack felt suspicious. If the Woods and Temple families weren’t in completely different social stratospheres, she might have suspected Sandra had paid Cherry to harass her.

Samuel shook his head. “No, they don’t know each other. She definitely wasn’t defending Sandra. She’s just… oh, I get it now!”

His eyes lit up with realization. “Her parents are out of the country on business, so they sent her to stay with our grandparents to keep her out of trouble. Then you showed up, and she probably felt like you were here to steal the spotlight.”

Hannah considered it. That made perfect sense.

“Hannah, I told Grandpa and Grandma I’m moving back in for a while, too,” Samuel added. “I was worried you’d feel out of place on your own. Don’t worry, I’ll be here to protect you.” He puffed out his chest proudly.

Hannah smiled faintly. “That would be great. I still have to sort things out with Lionel, and I’m so busy right now, I really can’t deal with any other drama.”

“Leave it to me. I’ll handle everything.”

After their conversation, Samuel went to find Cherry. Hannah didn’t know what they talked about, nor did she ask. But the next morning, Cherry sat at the breakfast table with a sullen expression, dark circles under her eyes, and ate in complete silence.

The courthouse was closed on Sunday, so Hannah had the day off. She had planned to relax at home, but a sense of unease gnawed at her. She had a strong feeling Lionel wouldn’t show up on Monday to file for divorce, but she refused to be the one to chase him down about it.

“Grandma!”

Before Hannah could protest, Grandma was gone, deliberately leaving the two of them alone in the living room. They both knew exactly what she was doing.

“Where were you yesterday?” Lionel asked. He had sent people to find her after she left, planning to go talk things out, but she hadn’t checked into any hotel. He then checked on Tess, only to find she’d already gone home. It was as if Hannah had vanished into thin air.

“Where I go is none of your business, Lionel. I’m only going to ask you this once: are you going to divorce me or not?”

“What? You’re getting a divorce?”