My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 358

“Do you really think I’m a pushover, Lionel? Let me tell you, I am divorcing you, make no mistake. If you refuse, I’ll go to the press. I’ll post everything online!”

“Everyone knows Sandra helped you in the past. When they find out you married me instead of her, what do you think they'll say?”

“And then, when they find out I helped you too, that you built your empire on the backs of two women—one you didn't marry, and one you're divorcing—you might as well jump off the Rosenberg Group building and put everyone out of their misery!”

“You forced my hand! This is all your fault. I have videos, call logs, and photos of you and Sandra being intimate. If you don't want me to release them, sign the divorce papers. Otherwise, I'll see you in court! And I'll make sure there are plenty of reporters there!”

Hannah let it all out in a single, breathless rush. With every word, she felt the knot of resentment and bitterness that had been weighing her down for so long finally unravel.

Without waiting for a reply, she hung up the phone.

Samuel, who had been listening nearby, was completely stunned.

He knew their marriage was bad and that Lionel favored Sandra, but he never imagined it was to this extent.

And he never thought that the gentle, considerate Hannah he knew could become so explosive.

“You've really suffered all these years. That bastard Lionel… he's not a man for pushing a good-natured person like you to this point!”

Hannah blocked the number, put her earbud away, and snorted.

“I certainly have suffered. But I brought some of it on myself for falling for that idiot in the first place. If I hadn’t married him, none of this would have happened.”

As she said this, her mind drifted to what happened the day before their wedding. To this day, she still didn't know who had drugged her.

When they arrived, Lionel hadn't returned yet.

But…

“Well, Lily, long time no see. What have you got there?”

As soon as she walked in, she saw Lily opening a jewelry box and admiring the necklace inside.

The maid jumped at the sound of the long-unheard voice and whipped her head around.

“Hannah, what are you doing back here?”