My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 382

Owen’s breathing grew heavier, and he clenched his jaw, not daring to utter a word.

“Watch.”

Seeing him remain motionless, Lionel snapped, his voice sharp.

Owen flinched and nodded repeatedly. His right hand trembled as he reached for the mouse. He tried to drag the progress bar, but his hand shook so badly that he kept messing it up.

Lionel watched him in silence, observing his repeated fumbling.

The tension in the room grew thicker with every passing second, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on Owen’s forehead.

“It seems you already know what’s on the rest of the video, which is why you’re so reluctant to watch it.”

Lionel’s cold voice cut through the silence, his gaze sharp and penetrating.

At his words, Owen’s face paled. He swallowed hard before finally speaking. “Mr. Rosenberg, I don’t know what you mean. I just haven’t had breakfast, so my blood sugar is a little low, that’s why I’m shaking.”

“When the original drive was given to me, the screen was already black. I had no idea what came after that. I assigned my junior assistant to handle it, and he never reported back to me, so I genuinely don’t know what’s on the latter part of the drive.”

If he hadn't spoken with Hannah, Lionel might have believed him. But after their conversation, he had thought long and hard about it, and the whole situation felt increasingly wrong.

“I met with Hannah today.”

At the time, Lionel hadn’t paid it much mind, but thinking back now, Owen's actions were a clear form of manipulation. Besides, what benefit was there for a secretary to sour the relationship between him and his wife?

If his relationship with Hannah deteriorated, the only one who stood to gain was Sandra. What did his secretary have to do with it?

Thinking it through, the only logical conclusion was that he and Sandra had some sort of agreement. He would whisper things in Lionel's ear to make him notice Sandra, and in return, Sandra would give him something of value.

At this realization, Lionel let out a bitter laugh. It seemed he was being played for a fool both at home and at the office. The only person who hadn’t tried to deceive him was the one he had come to resent, all because of the lies he'd been fed.

Seeing Lionel's face darken, Owen knew something must have been exposed. Panicked, he immediately dropped to his knees.

“Mr. Rosenberg, please, let me explain. It was a momentary lapse in judgment. I was confused, I wasn't thinking straight when I did it.”