My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 511

Hannah wanted to protest, but her grandmother had already nudged her out of the kitchen. She paused at the doorway for a second, then smiled. “Okay, Grandma. I’ll go wait in the dining room.”

“Go on, go on. There’s a platter of your favorite fruits already cut for you on the table.”

Hannah nodded and walked to the dining room. Just as her grandmother had said, a platter of sliced fruit was waiting for her. Each piece was one of her favorites, all cut beautifully.

Every time she came to Grandma Rosenberg’s house, Hannah felt like she was a child again. No, that wasn't right. Her own childhood hadn't been this happy.

She’d grown up in an orphanage, beaten by the director. Her happiest, most carefree moments hadn't come until she was an adult.

Hannah stared at the fruit platter, lost in thought.

When had she been most at ease? She couldn't pinpoint it. It felt like her whole life had been spent working for others.

It was here, in this house. That was when she could be truly carefree.

The time she had spent visiting Grandma after her marriage—that was the most peaceful period of her life. It was here she could set down all her stress, all her pain and sorrow, and just be a child again, free to be doted on.

A small smile touched her lips at the thought.

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