My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 326

Hannah managed a small, tired smile and nodded. Just as she was about to speak, she heard a voice from the hallway.

“Mr. Rosenberg? What are you doing here? Are you looking for Ms. Temple?”

“Just passing through,” Lionel replied curtly, turning and walking away without another word.

Hearing his voice, Samuel shot up and ran to the door, just in time to see Lionel’s retreating back.

“Hannah,” he said, turning back to her with a look of dawning realization. “You knew he was out there, didn’t you? You said all of that on purpose for him to hear.”

Hannah didn’t bother to deny it. She simply nodded.

“I may have said it for him to hear,” she admitted, her gaze dropping, a cold, sharp resentment hardening her features. “But every word of it was true.”

She looked up at Samuel. “Do you think that was wrong of me? That I shouldn’t have done it?”

Honestly, Hannah wasn’t sure herself why she had done it. After everything that had happened, she knew perfectly well that words were meaningless. That man would never lift a finger to help her.

“Wrong? Hannah, I think what you did was absolutely right! It was brilliant!” Samuel exclaimed. “Now your past is out in the open. Everyone knows you were abused, that you suffered so much. Strangers feel sorry for you, they want to see that bastard punished. And what did your husband do? Nothing. Does he even deserve to be called your husband? If I were him, I’d be dying of shame! He’s not worthy of you, Hannah!”

The images from the screen played on a loop in his mind. The sharp crack of the cane echoed in his ears as if it were happening right beside him. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Hannah’s small, thin body curled into a ball, trembling and pleading for mercy. Her heartbreaking sobs ripped through him, each breath a fresh stab of pain that made his temples throb and his nose burn.

When Hannah had first told him, he had been able to picture it, but for some reason, he had done… nothing.

Lionel slammed his fists against the steering wheel, the veins on the back of his hands bulging. After a long moment, he started the car and floored the accelerator, heading straight for the Woods family home.

The men who had played the video had been taken away by Temple security. He wasn’t sure if Hannah had told them he was her husband and didn’t want to risk revealing the truth himself, which would only make her angrier. From the indifferent way the Temple staff had greeted him earlier, he guessed she had kept quiet.

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