My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 319

Hannah just smiled and nodded.

Back at the house, she changed into some comfortable loungewear and removed her makeup. Just as she was about to head to her room, she found Cherry standing in the doorway, radiating fury.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you! I asked you to help me, and not only did you refuse, you sent him away!” Cherry accused, her voice shrill. “Just because your own marriage to Lionel is a mess, you can’t stand to see anyone else happy, can you?”

Hannah sauntered over, leaning casually against the doorframe with her arms crossed. She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Can’t stand to see you happy? And what ‘happy’ are we talking about, exactly? The one where Quennel falls for you at first sight, you get married tomorrow, and live happily ever after?”

“You…”

“Or is it the ‘happy’ where you have a successful career?” Hannah’s eyes traveled from the top of Cherry’s head down to her shoes before meeting her gaze again. “Because Samuel told me you’re unemployed and living at home. So it can’t be that.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Then perhaps it’s your good breeding and impeccable manners? But the first thing you did when I arrived was call me an ill-mannered orphan who doesn’t even know her own parents. Someone from a family with class would never say something like that. So, Cherry, please, enlighten me. Which version of your ‘happy’ life am I so jealous of?”

With every word Hannah spoke, Cherry’s breath hitched, until her chest felt tight and a lump formed in her throat, choking off any response.

Seeing her speechless, Hannah sighed dramatically and shook her head. “Look at you. You block my path just to hurl baseless accusations, and in the end, you’re the one who gets put in her place. If I were you, I’d be so embarrassed I’d have run away by now.”

“You know, I think you really can’t,” Hannah continued, turning to walk into her room. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been begging me to introduce you to someone the second I got here.”

Before closing the door, she paused and added, “But you really don’t have what it takes, do you? I got you into the party, I let you see Quennel, but you couldn’t seal the deal. You should take a good, long look in the mirror and figure out what the problem is. Your face, your body… or maybe,” she finished with a pointed look, “your brain.”

Cherry lunged, swinging her hand to slap her.

SLAM!

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