My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 335

“Lionel?”

“Tell me what happened today,” he said, his voice cold. “And I want the truth. No more lies.”

The cold, distant tone sent a chill through Sandra’s heart. She bit her lip. Her old tricks wouldn’t work anymore.

Lionel trusted Hannah now, and if she dared to lie at this critical juncture, he would only resent her more.

“I’m sorry,” she began, crafting her story carefully. “I shouldn’t have lied to you yesterday. I was the one who sent the video. I was just worried that the Temples wouldn't know what Hannah had been through, since she’s so reluctant to talk about her past.”

She continued, “I got the videos from Mr. Cooper, and I cooperated with her family to have him arrested. I came to tell Hannah about it today, but I think my approach was too blunt. She didn’t like it.”

As she spoke, Sandra let out a few soft sobs, dabbing at the tears on her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to give Hannah a gift for her party. I never meant to scare her.”

Lionel’s brow furrowed. He saw the red light ahead and slammed on the brakes.

“So you’re saying you played the video, you helped get the guy arrested, and when you went to tell Hannah, she flew into a rage and beat you?”

He glanced at Sandra’s injuries. Anyone could see how severe they were; the blows had been meant to cause serious harm.

He knew Hannah, and while she might get physical, she would never be this vicious.

“I…”

“Just tell me,” he cut in, his voice sharp. “Who was it that beat you?”

An unnerving silence filled the car.

“Right away.” Owen took the drive and a laptop to a nearby seat.

A few minutes later, the video file was open.

As he watched, his brow furrowed and his eyes widened in shock.

He glanced from the operating room back to Lionel, who sat waiting anxiously. Taking a deep breath, he quickly typed a few commands on the keyboard.

“Mr. Rosenberg, it’s done.” Owen handed the laptop over.

Lionel took it and clicked play. “What is this?” The screen showed the Temple family’s surveillance footage, but the moment Sandra walked into the frame, the video cut to black.

Owen shook his head. “I’m not sure. This is how it was when I imported it. The file doesn’t seem to be corrupted.”