My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 44

If she actually told them, would Mary be so disgusted with her that she would persuade Lionel to divorce her and find someone new?

The thought sparked a light in Hannah’s eyes. She slowly looked up, her lips parting to speak, when the man beside her spoke first.

“We’re trying. Grandma found a holistic doctor to help her prepare her body.”

Hannah’s head whipped around to face Lionel, her eyes wide with disbelief. She couldn’t fathom why he would lie like that.

After hearing this, Mrs. Mary Rosenberg was silent for a few seconds before simply saying, “That’s good,” and dropping the subject.

After dinner, Mr. Ryan Rosenberg summoned his two sons to the study, and Mrs. Mary Rosenberg retired to her room. Suddenly, Hannah was left alone, sitting quietly on the sofa like an outsider.

For three years, every monthly visit to the estate had been like this, leaving her feeling isolated and ignored.

She had thought she would get used to it, but sitting there in the empty room, a sharp pain seized her heart.

No matter how many years passed, she would always be an outsider.

No, that’s not right. I’m getting a divorce anyway. Who cares if I’m an outsider? There’s no reason to feel down!

Since she had already decided on the divorce, none of this should matter anymore.

Previously, she had always painstakingly played the role of the dutiful wife to avoid raising Mary’s suspicions. Realizing this, Hannah took out her phone to call Lionel and tell him she was leaving without him.

Just as the call connected, Lionel came downstairs and immediately hung up.

“What is it?”

“I’m heading home now,” Hannah said.

Lionel paused, taken aback. In three years, she had never said anything like that at the estate. It seemed that getting close to Yves had given her wings.

“Sandra has an emergency. I have to go see her. Wait here for me; I’ll come back to get you later.”

As he finished speaking, his phone rang again.

Hannah stood by the door, clutching her phone, her heart pounding with anxiety.

“Mrs. Hannah Rosenberg, the master and mistress are retiring for the night. Please do not disturb them,” a servant said, suddenly appearing beside her and gesturing toward the door.

Hannah froze, instinctively taking a couple of steps outside. Before she could process what was happening, the servant slowly closed the massive front doors behind her.

She stood there in stunned silence, staring at the closed doors as the roar of the storm filled her ears. A bitter laugh escaped her lips.

Even if she was unwelcome, they couldn’t just kick her out from under their roof into a storm, could they?

Her hands trembled, her lips pale. She fought back the tears of humiliation welling in her eyes as her spirit and pride were trampled in the downpour.

She moved like a zombie, oblivious to the heavy raindrops, and started walking toward the main gate of the estate.

She didn't know how long she walked until a pair of headlights cut through the darkness ahead.