My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 308

“You found her?” Grandma exclaimed. “Who is she? How did you find her? Why didn’t you tell me something so important sooner?”

“Cheryl Temple,” Hannah said, then explained how she had run into Peter at her firm, the DNA test, and moving into the Temple family home.

Grandma listened, her expression thoughtful.

“The Temple family,” she mused. “So, it’s the Temples. I’ve heard about what happened to her. It was such a tragedy. She’s still missing, but I know the Temples are still searching desperately for her. I hope they find her soon, so you and your mother can finally be reunited.”

She then asked how Hannah was settling in at the Temple estate. Hannah didn't mention Cherry’s bullying; telling Grandma about the divorce was distressing enough. Adding that she was being mistreated would have broken the old woman’s heart.

They talked for a long time. Grandma, still worried, told Hannah that if she ever felt uncomfortable living with the Temples, she should move in with her.

Hannah agreed.

For the first time in a long time, she felt a sense of belonging, as if she finally had a home. The empty, rootless feeling that had haunted her for so long began to fade.

As Hannah was driving away from Grandma’s house, she saw Lionel’s car parked by the side of the road.

“Hannah, let’s find somewhere to sit down and talk.”

He stubbed out his cigarette, walked over to her car, and opened the passenger door, sliding in without an invitation. Seeing that there was no getting rid of him, Hannah didn’t bother arguing.

She drove to a nearby coffee shop and chose a secluded table in the corner.

“Hannah!”

“Is that all you wanted to say?” She finally looked up from her screen, her gaze lazy and detached. “I can’t imagine a level of panic that would lead someone to use their own marriage as a bargaining chip to appease someone else.”

Lionel knew his actions were indefensible. Back then, he hadn’t seen Sandra for who she truly was. If he had, he never would have done something so foolish.

“You don’t need to explain. I don’t want to hear it,” Hannah said, cutting him off. “Lionel, I don’t want to be alone with you. The sight of you makes me sick. So, unless we are filing divorce papers or finalizing them after the cooling-off period, do not come near me again.”

With that, she stood up and walked out, driving back to the Temple estate.